Mixing things up never hurt, even if it could spin and turn violent.

The undead were all over. The old gentleman was the first patron who interested the vampire, old as young and as young as old, in the realms and dimensions and planes and minds and lives Kobe had witnessed.. Kobe was going to make his decision, but he contemplated a little more. This old codger was charming, but it had no affect on him. Kobe could stand becoming talk and play and study. He learned it over one hundred years.

But, while the other man who had enough knowledge to speak of these things and then bow to the codger, he could join the two if they were up for it. Perhaps Martel did not want any, or did he have some? That confusiom Kobe's instincts engineered meant he wanted inside of the singstorm-bringer's mind, or at least was one of the titles that sounded easier to be with.

"I see you're quite the celebrity my new friend, the codger who is merited by all," said Kobe licking his lips only once. His back elevated his neck, then his neck was bent. These muscle and born shifts usually looked naturally... mainly because they were. His eyes were as blood shot, meaning only some because he was holding back. "I do not know what people would do with you. You are this hub. I would like to rest with you and a friend or two of mine. . . " 

He was entering his mind. Martel should become relaxed, but vigilant. He moved a shot of whisky towards the man, and it not matter if he picked it up or not. It would be sweet he hoped. Now inside, he saw Martel was very strong, he could feel it. But, fixed eye-to-eye while what was going on was like two people speaking. And Kobe spoke... "Give me a weapon. Sharp and steel. Or a gun. Give me a weapon. Give me a weapon."