"I prefer to get my own, darling, but thank you for the welcome all the same." He smiles at her, charming and lopsided. "Bit shy of offerings these days, no matter how lovely the source."

He's listening for that name, following its movement through the bar without seeming to. He is at ease and in control, though blood is always a temptation - just a bit less when it's no longer below someone's skin.