Charles recognized the Sinatra playing... He had been just a baby when Frank had revived his career in the late 50's. Chuck didn't have much of a taste for this slow crap, though; he had fallen in love with Blues as a young man and had continued to listen to it ever since. Someday, he vowed to pick up a guitar and learn to play, though someday in Lycan terms could be another three decades.<br/><br/>He had hardly taken a few sips of his draft when he was pleasantly interrupted. He turned on the barstool a bit and smiled, his white teeth brightening his whole face. "Well hi... Nina Callaway," he said, repeating the name. "I'm uhh, my name's Charles, Charles Bates." He offered his hand to shake, hoping it would not be an awkward gesture. It had been many years since he allowed himself to interact with women in a social setting, his unique condition an ugly weight on his shoulders.<em>Do women still shake hands?</em>He idly thought to himself.