Mifann sat at the bar stirring his drink absentmindedly with his clawed red finger not really caring for the hygenic apect of this part. His spaded tail swished back and forth casually as he stared out into space...or was it out the window. Whatever. Mifann tossed his long black hair over his shoulder and tried to ignore some of the more blatant vorephiles in the bar. To be honest, they frightened the incubus, their malisciousness was a total turn off for him.