Razeen sat at the bar, both hands wrapped around a tall glass of deep brown liquid with a couple of ice cubes floating in it. He was rolling the smooth material in his hands, back and forth, as he worked on the long island and let his mind try to settle down. He glanced up a few times, scoping out the clientele that was here tonight, though he caught the bartender giving disapproving glances from time to time. Yeah, sure, let a vampire throw the first stone. It was comedic that a bloodsucker would look down on a fleshfeeder like that, but it didn't matter too much. After all, he wasn't looking to fill his stomach tonight, so there wasn't any issue to be had. Especially since he was going to be a well paying customer.<br/><br/><i>"Is the front as good as the back?"</i><br/><br/>The question had the ghoul flinch. That had to be one of the<i>worst</i>pickup lines he had heard and it came from a sweet, sweet, voice that he was sure he didn't really want to be hearing right now. Ray pulled his left hand away from the half-finished drink and ran it through the loose strands of hair, pulling it back to let it land neatly in the wavy style that he was stuck with. He then turned his head and settled his dull violet eyes on his ex-patient. Yep, that voice definitely belonged to the man that he thought it did. A smirk crossed light lips, a feather of a chuckle given, then he finally responded to the attempt at a flirt.<br/><br/>"Are you really drunk enough to use such a line?" As he asked that, he flagged down the tender and motioned for another round of drinks to be brought over. His half a glass wouldn't last much longer, and he had a feeling that this bold, and probably blindsided, young man would want another drink after this.