The young vampire put a tell on himself when he looked at ShadowDragon, but his attention drifted.

He looked upon the one saying to him how they shared the gift together. The things he had listed demonstrated classic vampire chronicles from all over the world. He had things under his belt, and if this man cloaked himself in black and performed to this big bar scene, he was something.

It wasn't like it was pioneering ball-and-chain technology. None of this was new. Scary, aged and skilled vampire lurking around in the night, half drunk from wine, erect from the smell of so much hot, sweaty blood wandering around, practicing spells and what else there might be.

When the old vampire joked with him, and asked him to play a song, then wound up eye to eye for a clear second which cast a little fear in Kobe. But, he smiled.

"Who are you, the pied piper? I like you. It's not in my time that I have an associate. Play something new, by the standards of that man walking through the door with the color red in his hue and an luminescence from his socket. He looks like he could be dangerous. Should we call him over, or do you know the more interesting"