It seems Dareios had struck a nerve. The vampire settled in, cocking his weight into one hip as he leaned against the high-top table in a more relaxed fashion, reveling in the sudden change in mood. The air between the reporter and the mayor was still quite tense, but Ms. Dabney here no longer carried all the fighting power. The pretty journalist spat back at him, her tone sickeningly sweet. He knew his comments would get a rise out of her - they certainly produced the desired effect. The mayor allowed an amused smile to surface over her antics, committing this moment to memory, should it be worthwhile to revisit at a later date. Dareios hardly thought this would be the last time he'd hear from the reporter. She was likely a good one, given this first impression. But two can play at this game. If she wanted to fight, he could spit venom right back at her. But he could tell something was off - she wasn't treating him as just some slimy politician. There was a distaste there that ran deeper than that. It was easy to discern that she wasn't a fan of supernaturals either. Maybe it was just vampires - those types certainly existed. They could handle the shifters, especially if they turned into fuzzy puppies or pretty ponies. Humans bought good from witches cleverly branded as "self care" in the southside of town all the time. But vampires? They were still slithering, blood sucking creatures of the night. The PR move to rebrand their image was a complicated one. Dareios listens to the reporter after she takes his card. He nods genuinely, and quietly reminds himself to investigate this issue further. He was sincere about his offer to help her - he'd get his people on this. If this was, in fact, a serial murder, his office would want to be on damage control sooner rather than later anyway. "Vampire or not..." He repeated, his voice trailing off as his beady gaze hardened on her. "You seem have a soft spot for vampires, hmmm Ms. Dabney?" Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |