[ Now, that's a surprise, and it shows in the way his gaze snaps to the other at the word vampire specifically. It's the first he's heard someone bring it up first, and he clearly wasn't expecting it. ]

Well, we certainly never have. And perhaps they are myths to you, but unfortunately, Kindred are no such thing where I come from.

[ Caustic indeed. He's probably misunderstanding, but the topic seems to leave him particularly sour. Myths...can you fucking imagine? He wishes they were myths.

Now he really needs that drink, and he's even more grateful he's not the one paying for it. If this puts a sizable dent in M-21's wallet, he'll consider the scales balanced. Maybe. ]

I prefer money. [ Deadpan. ] But I suppose I'll make do with this.

[ He looks around after they enter, since he's never actually been in here before- it's...cleaner than most taverns he's been in, he'll give it that. He doesn't know what the glowing machine in the corner is, though, and he's not going to ask. He'll just pick the most secluded-looking table, because he doesn't feel like being too cozy with anyone else besides this one for the moment. ]