He was in the midst of standing to walk away when she told him he shouldn't leave yet. He stopped, his hands on the bar and a brow lifted in question. He did only have a drink left in his tumbler.<br/><br/>Shouldn't she be scared of him right now? Granted he had apologized but she was human. And once again he found himself using her race as an excuse.<br/><br/>He felt his lips curve into a smile and he sat back on the stool. "Well, it does seem you are correct." He tool the last gulp and pushed the empty glass to her.<br/><br/>"Since you will be working where my friends and I frequent, is there something other than Red that I may call you?" he asked, his comfortable cockiness coming back.