Kor looked at Alexa with no expression, pouring the wine in one glass and for her a bottle of some of his blood. Neither were the best, but in his current mood, it was what he was offering. He'd also ran into a problem: his specials were in a magical cabinet, whose key was buried a few hundred feet underground in Germany at the moment...Kor sighed and shook his head. He knew he'd forgotten something..."This is the best I can get at for the moment," he told her. "And don't worry about my private life. It is called private for a reason." Hearing her mention the rules, Kor was almost tempted to drink the blood in front of her and leave her without. Instead he snorted lightly and returned to his seat. "You'd have to ask her," he replied. "I've never had to participate one." He finished his own drink and let himself slouch a bit.