So the mark protected him, though he didn't really imagine he needed much protection. Even if he did, it did not seem like Callan was interested in maintaining that mark like he was supposed to. Once again Elliot wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that fact. He didn't imagine anyone fighting over him either. It was strange in general to imagine vampires fighting over humans. Was it like a fight over food or more like a stolen belonging. Elliot didn't love the idea of being either of those, but that was more or less what he was now. Or he wasn't food actually since Callan apparently had this odd sense of humanity. Fortunately Sol seemed more than happy with the change of subject and to show off his town.<br/><br/>Elliot liked the sound of something interesting, he also liked the sound of peeking into the vampires' lives. His stomach did a nervous little dance, but he pushed it down going along with Sol as he was lead down the street. Their destination turned out to be nearby, just a few streets away, but did not look particularly interesting. The man on the door did not look at all pleased to see them, but that did not seem to bother Sol one bit. Elliot was almost worried they would be turned away, but eventually the man stepped aside. Passing the man and through the doorway Elliot kept his eyes down, avoiding the man’s gaze and nodded obediently to Sol’s instructions. Even if he wanted to it did not look like he would even be allowed into the building on his own.<br/><br/>The inside seemed a bit more interesting, not unlike other bar’s Elliot had occasionally ventured into. The air was thick with smoke and smelled of alcohol. Servants worked their way through the tables with drinks in hand and ribbons around their necks. Elliot didn’t need to ask why they had ribbons, it was obvious enough though he wondered what the two colors might mean. Sol waved to a few people, but no one stopped him as he lead Elliot to a table towards the back. It made sense that the door man hadn’t wanted to let him in, he clearly wasn’t the intended clientele. Once seated he was quiet looking around thoughtfully. Elliot briefly pictured one of the men just grabbing a passing servant girl and just tearing into her. That wasn’t happening now. They didn’t seem to be doing anything different from human bar goers, talking and laughing. He let out an embarrassing yelp when a blond came from behind and plopped into the seat next to him. He blinked and leaned away looking at this stranger, she wasn’t even looking at him, but at Sol.<br/><br/>“It’s been a while hasn’t it,” She greeted the other with a smile and a toss of her blonde hair, “Anything new in town? Aside from this Cal scented human I mean. Who is he anyway,” She spared a glance for him and he fixed her, with the only expression that seemed fit, a glare which she ignored.<br/><br/>“Where is Cal anyway?”