Every muscle seemed to tense, though it wasn't obviously noticable, when he stated what her race was.  Reguardless of his words, it still made her tense.  She wasn't used to casually talking about her race with anyone, much less a vampire.  She took a deep drag of her cigarette, blowing out the smoke quickly before stamping out her own cigarette in a nearby ashtray.  "If you truely knew the feel of addiction that a siren's blood brings, we may not be having such a civilized conversation right now.  So you understand my instincts in this way.  It is not about offense. I do not hate your kind, not any longer.  But I'm also smart enough to know that your kind can be a danger, no matter how much 'control' your kind claims to have."<br/><br/>She drew in a breath and exhaled, before giving a soft shrug and as a forced effort to relax the situation, she topped off both of their glasses of wine after taking a large swallow of her own.  "I mean no offense myself, I can not help my instincts completely."  She said.  "And if you'll be so kind, you'll keep that information about my race to yourself."  She said, continuing to keep her voice calm and level.  He was still a customer and had shown no hostile actions towards her.  She had to remind herself of this.  She decided the best direction would be to answer his previous statement.  "I opened up the tavern because I like this kind of buisness.  I ran a friend's club once and found a liking for it.  I have a band that we plan to have perform here from time to time, so at the same time, it promotes our band and my establishment."