Mikol looked around at all the patrons. Many of which were of the unsavory type. He might not seem like it but he could be very bad ass. He was bad to the bone yet could be good as an angel. He was a complex crystal ball that you could never really know what to expect from him. Though when some motion stopped he looked to see the source. A woman that was highly out of place came striding in. It wasn't because she was dressed improperly. No. In all sense of the words she was dressed to kill. Ah...but there were those in here who were dressed to kill and would do it literally. No. The reason this woman was out of place was not because of her attire or her appearance. It was because she was human. You could smell it. His fangs flashed a moment before he hid them once more. It was a beautiful scent and many of the club were looking at her in more than just a hungry for her blood way.<br/><br/>His gaze narrowed on them as he shot them a lethal look. His expression and gaze alone told them to fuck off and go back to dancing. He blinked as during his keeping her ass unhindered she had taken up a seat beside him. Seeing as he was sitting on the bar right next to her. Not on a stool quite literally on the bar. She smelled even more delicious up close. He looked to the bartender who came over. "Frankie...give the lady whatever she would like to drink. It is on the house." He said. His old world accent as sexy as he was. His accent had not, and most likely would not, have changed in all these years. It was part of who he was.<span style="font-style: italic">Frankie looked at him. "Yes sir boss man." He looked at the lady. "What'll it be ma'am." He said. He was not even going to try. His boss would kick his ass later. Everyone knew that silently the boss man had laid claim to the human woman. She was under his protection and possibly to his seduction. Who knew with the vampire prince.</span><br/><br/>Mikol then turned his attention to the woman. "Hello. My name is Mikol. Who might you be?" He asked with a warm smile but his eyes spoke a different story. They told of danger, a true bad boy, and mystery. He was tall, dark and mysterious. "A rose is beautiful yet the lady beside me has beauty far more than the soft petals of the red rose." He said in a soft voice. His sexy old world accent rang through with every word. He waved his hand to indicate the band should come out on stage. He then looked back to the woman. "Drinks are on the house Miss....?" he asked with a tone that while respectful was clearly filled with mysterious danger. His mother had taught him to be respectful while his father taught him to be dangerous and at times evil.<br/><br/>He wanted this woman. He wanted to see what her eyes looked like. She probably had beautiful eyes. Women who were beautiful usually had the most beautiful set of eyes.