Charles
Jumper talking here, TW: Very negative self talk. And note of imposter syndrome. I don't know if anyone is sensitive to that kind of stuff. But I'm making sure people are aware that its in these next passages.
Daniel
He leaned just a bit towards her. "*What kind of family raises jags?*" The obvious answer being, 'Her's', but that doesn't answer the 'Why' factor. Not that it entirely matters to Cassius, but the mind lingers on anyways. Leaning back when she fully faced him, he sat back and listened. Externally, Cassius is letting her spin her tale of "Jaguars not being viscous killers". Internally, he's figuring that's what that one guy meant by domestication. 

"Myself?" ||*You're pathetic and weak, Cassius. Don't let her lies fool you*|| Cassius noticed the glow. He's not well versed in Vampire culture. "Not much too me sadly. Like I said before I've got not many stories to tell." However he's not ignorant to signs of hunger. "Well, Let me think. You mentioned family right?" ||*A reliable man would have been there* ||From his water skin he took off an antler cork that was fashioned for it. Taking her glass of wine from her, "Tit for tat, I come from a poor home. With a poorer family." Iron hinted on Myra's nose. "A group of people raided my home. And took what little we had left. Mother was no teacher." He poured what little he had left, drops of red into her wine. "Father was a hangman. I got away. Kicking and screaming, as it were." 

"Found another family eventually," ||*And you failed them*|| he recorked his, now empty, waterskin. "And monsters took them away from me as well. I followed their trail." He took off his glove, revealing nails unkept and dirty. Hell he's probably missing a couple. As well revealing a hand, pale as grey clouds. 

Cassius dipped his fingers in his mead and drew a line from her wine glass to his flagon. "And that storm is," Swiping a hand through the trail he made, "My way. I'm going to find them, and show them what mercy means to a man who knows very little of the world." ||*Lier. You're going there to die.*|| He offers a solomn smile. "I'd be more happy to have another drink with you when I get back." ||*Lier. You won't make it back*||
Leo
Oh - wow. She wasn't expecting this guy to spill his entire life story. Not that it was a bad thing but most people around here were more hesitant or secretive about their past. Often, she forgets not everyone had the same thing she did. Rich parents. While they were snobby and kicked her out, they still provided her with plenty cash to take care of herself for a while. Perhaps it would've been better if she didn't bring the topic of family up. It seemed to be a sensitive topic for the man rather he said it directly or not. She picked up in the iron-like smell.. He had blood? Who would keep it in a water skin just to carry around.. In all honesty it was a smart idea. 

He continued to speak and the more she did the more she couldn't tell if he was upset with her or somehow had trusted her enough with this information. Was it public? Could anyone know? Most likely. For once in her life she was silent. Shocked even. Words couldn't make it out past her lips, instead stuttering before she gave up trying. It wasn't often she found herself speechless but hearing what this man had gone through stabbed at her heart. This world could be so cruel. 

Finally after a long pause she spoke up, a hand lifting to be placed over her heart. "Oh.. I'm so sorry to hear.. I do hope you find what you're looking for." Was all she could get out, not sure what else she could or should say in this moment. "I'll be waiting then, here so you know where to find me." The vampress sighed, her own situation made it sound like nothing in comparison. "I've never gone through losing a family like that.. I've.." She paused, taking in a small deep breath. "Mm.. I've lost a lover.. And plenty of friends... But nothing like what you've been through."
Daniel
"Ah, sorry." He scratches the back of his head, was it the alcohol that made him spill all of it out? Maybe he just knows if he does die, at least someone will know his story. No no, Cassius doesn't give a crap about that stuff, does he? "Don't wait for me. Your life shouldn't revolve around a stranger you just met." 

She looks uncomfortable to him. Maybe that's him projecting that on her. He shouldn't have kept talking. No one should feel the need to wait for someone like him. Cassius sighs to himself. "Fuckin hell. I said too much, didn't I?" He barely scratched a surface. "Sorry to make you think of the you lost. I'm not sure why I kept telling you that story."

He turns towards the bar and downs what alcohol he had left. With his head tilting back to down each drop. Liquid gold ran down his gullet with the final ounce he could force down, the flagon comes straight down onto the counter. It was loud-ish, but like someone dropped it. Rather than the wooden mug being slammed. Yet his head stayed tilted back, eyes closed. Slowly coming back down to a normal position. His head over the counter, "You should live your life to the fullest you can muster. Let bums like me sleep in the gutters where we belong." *Ah, fuck that isn't helping is it?* "My condolences for the ones you lost. I pray the boats of the grey carry their souls to the homes of their soul." His eyes didn't move from the countertop, "Thanks for the company Myra. You seem like a good soul. Nourish that." The man would take a gold out from his pouch and place it on the counter. "Bartender, round on me, and the rest of her drinks on my tab." The bar would raise a mug when he paid for the round, yet none acknowledged that he did it.
Leo
"Cassius you think of yourself too little." She hummed with a small shake of her head. "Stranger or not, I do hope we could at the least be friends eventually. "No - no!" She wasn't uncomfortable.. That was definitely him. Now she felt bad, it wasn't her intention to make him feel as if he had spoke too much. At least it was off his chest. She was sure that it was something he thought about often, perhaps it was like a weight lifted from his shoulders.

"It's alright, do not worry." The vampress carefully took her glass of wine. Taking a sip just to make sure it wasn't poisoned or anything of the sort, not that it would kill her but plenty of people have tried. Thankfully it wasn't to her knowledge so she continued to drink. When he said something about 'live your life to the fullest' she chuckled, laughing a little as she shook her head "Oh goodness. Cass, listen." She leaned in, enough so she could whisper. "I've been alive for a *Very* Long time, dear. I've lived my life, and many more. I shall continue to live until someone decides they are brave enough to kill me." Once she finished speaking she leaned back. One of her legs crossed over the other. 

"I'll pay you back the next time we meet. I have a feeling you'll need the drink.. And thank you. I try. If you ever need anything know that I'll be here, hm? It's not like I have much else to do. Hell, I'll be here for the next few days and I haven't found a place to sleep yet.. Problem for another time."