Something kept drawing the vampire mayor back to this handsome young dark hunter. Dareios certainly wasn't perturbed about it. Indeed, he was actually quite curious. So as the young man with the dark locks and piercing blue eyes lingered at the bar, Dareios watched him intently, masking his interest behind his twirling wine glass, and a the occasional wave and smirk to fellow guests across the hall. He was quite pleased, however, when Alistair worked up the courage to talk to him again. When he offered up his name, Dareios gave him a stiff nod of his head, his dark beady eyes looking him up and down before offering him his cold, undead hand for a firm shake. "It's a pleasure, Alistair." He said. "So..." He offered next, leaning casually into the bartop as others came up to place an order. "Tell me, did the art come first? Or the hunting?" A slender eyebrow raised as he waited to gauge Alistair's response. "I've met my fair share of supernatural artists, but I must say, you are the first one to be a ... dark hunter." Dareios spoke rather bluntly, knowing well that most of Alistair's kind did not speak so openly about what they were. But that was Dareios' entire public brand, wasn't it? Put it out there, be proud, unite as one. Even if there was a bit of a fire in his belly, so to speak, to see how this young man would respond to his probes. Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |