He didn’t mind the staring.  In fact, he’d have been a little insulted if Dorian<i>didn’t</i>notice him to such a degree.  Being a very old type of beauty added a dash of the exotic, as did having what most called pretty features.  Being a vampire on top of it, the colour leached from him more and more over time, and having an almost ghostly elegance drew people in.  It was the nature of it, he supposed.  Predators needed advantages over their prey to survive.  Not that he needed much of an advantage over someone as weak and greedy as this…<br/><br/>“Mr. Kade!” one of the servers gasped, hurrying right over to see what they could do for a boss that never made an appearance.  “I’m so sorry, sir.  Has anyone seen to you, yet?”<br/><br/>The ease of being noticed also worked against him, he was aware.  It was hard to not being annoyed with the overzealous worker, but the vampire did his best to remind himself that the man was only trying his best.  Managing a somewhat bittered smile, Kade shook his head and glanced to the bottles behind the bar.<br/><br/>“Ancient Soul,” he decided.  One of the breweries he did business with was out of Michigan and called themselves a meadery.  Most of their creations were hardly what he remembered from his youth, but the flavours were pleasant and the names they decided to give them amused the hell out of him.<br/><br/>“Yes, of course!  Right away, sir!” the young man sputtered before hurrying around to get the boss his chosen drink.  It would’ve been easier to blend in at his main club, Karmosinröd, where the lights were dim, the music was thumping, and the patrons were more caught up in drink.  A classier place like this new one, which he called Satama, somewhere that had more calm and charm than youth, was a challenge without being shrouded in a hood.  Still, he enjoyed the clientele that showed up, and would probably be guilty of snagging a lovely thing clad in Armani later in the month to enjoy.<br/><br/>“I would tell you that it’s rude to stare,” Kade commented, tracing his fingertips over the cool glass presented to him with his chosen drink before meeting the other man’s eyes.  “But then I have a feeling that someone like you wouldn’t care whether or not they were.”  He made another quick assessment of the overdressed snake and lifted the glass to his lips.  “Not that I should blame you.  Weak men often cannot resist temptation.”