Malek Ackerman
You're my water. You're my wine.
She was an interesting woman; all dark edges â€" someone who found comfort in the darkness rather than running from it. Yet, Malek was intrigued. He rather enjoyed meeting fellow members of his race; and surprisingly enough he hadn't been asked to join a coven with his time in Sacrosanct. Yes, he would politely decline but there was always comfort in surrounding yourself with fellow vampires â€" they understood. It is these thoughts that are dancing across his mind as he simply smiles at her, giving a small shrug in response, "Terribly unimaginative indeed," he agrees, lifting a glass to her as if he were toasting her comment. "I find myself very ingenious, no need to fret, my dear," he grins broadly at her before he is raising that glass to his lips again.
"Please, drink up," he gestures with a broad hand, "Unless you are saving your appetite for something more... filling?" he questions, his steely gray eyes darting out to the crowd as they press against each other in a rather vulgar fashion. Wrinkling his nose at them, his gaze is drawn back to the woman with those nonchalant lyrics, "Ah, but on the contrary! I have walked this earth for far too long and I have seen peaceful coexistence before. You would be amazed by how quickly humans can change their minds; clearly, we have a rather uncomfortable coexistence right now, humans are less accepting I will agree with you there. As for that politician, he has a dream, let him play at it," Malek shrugs casually.
The vampire had seen much in his lifetime, he found that the easiest way to deal with things was to just let it be done. Either they would work out or they wouldn't. The change of subject is almost immediate and Mal can't help but flash her a wild grin before finishing his drink and sliding it across the bar, "You know, bears and lions and tigers, oh my," he laughs at his joke, though there is a certain sincerity to his words. He had hunted large prey before and it was vastly entertaining, "Or perhaps other vampires," he suggests, "I've met an entire coven that only hunted other vampires once, clearly I didn't stick around long," he sighs, that memory flitting through his mind briefly before glancing down at the rat that scrambles at the base of his chair.
"I had rabbit before I came," he comments, another fleeting smile drawing the corners of his lips up. Introducing himself, he's pleased that she responds with her name in turn. Giving a nod, "A pleasure to meet you, Petra," he purrs at her, and no sooner than those words fall from his lips as something lands in his lap. Furrowing his brow, he looks down to find a brightly colored bra so draped across his legs. Laughing delightedly, he plucks the skimpy material up and dangles it in front of Petra, "I believe we have a possible stripper in our midst," he laughs again before taking the undergarment and tossing it back into the crowd.
You're my whiskey. From time to time.