[@blesses blight] 

Corbin didn't miss the display of shock his presence had induced within the vampyress. He felt it as well, though there was something more to the woman's reaction than he had anticipated. What was it that had gotten under her skin when she looked into his eyes? It was more than the shock of seeing another vampyre to be certain. Another vampyre... He still couldn't believe it but here she was. The golden eyes, the aura of power, and yet she seemed weakened by something. Curious...and that's when he noticed the subtle scent of something...something...he could not quite recall why it was familiar.

“What?...there’s some whiskey.” She said to both himself and a woman beside him. She was an odd thing...a strange aura about her and an even stranger face. A flower popping out of one of her eyes. She definitely wasn't human but she did not pique his interest the way the mere presence of another vampyre did, especially one of such beauty. He politely, albeit dismissively, offered the strange creature a nod before turning his complete attention back to the crouching woman behind the bar.

He was far too intrigued observing her reactions, both physical and emotional discomfort, to be bothered to do anything when her trembling hands sent glasses careening to the floor behind the bar. She knelt down to clean up her mess and as she did so Corbin hopped over the bar to offer his assistance. As he leaned down beside her he saw the telltale sign of a vampyre's blood, like black ink. That's when the realization of the scent came to him. Vampyre blood...how long had it been since he smelled the blood of his kind? How long had it been since he had bled? If he needed confirmation, which he did not, there it was and yet he felt a sense of sadness...a strange and foreign feeling to be sure. 

It was clear she did not need or even want anyone's help, and she was doing a rather fine job of cleaning the mess up on her own so he took a step back and gave her some space. "I am well accustomed to invoking terror unto others," Corbin said to the woman behind the bar. "But under extraordinarily different circumstances." He stood up and scanned the shelves for something, but honestly had no clue what for exactly. It was incredibly difficult for vampyres to feel alcohol's intoxicating affects and so he just never bothered with the stuff. He was here for the woman, not a drink. Corbin leaned against the bar facing the shelves holding the bottles, his back to the patrons, awaiting for the woman to return to their conversation. "You need not fear me."