And so he sits, a leg slung over the other.

"I figured I'd do her the same courtesy, seeing as she swung by the bar," Deacon confirms, resting an elbow against the back of his seat, not paying too much by the way of heed to the main stage, at least not right now. "With a friend. Though I get the feeling her vampire escort was more for the sake of politeness than necessity."

He doesn't know what she is, yet, but there's time. "What's not to like?" is answer to Ivan.