When the bartender brought Cian his whiskey Cian paid him, picked up his drink and down a mouthful. The burn of the cheap liquor coursing down his gullet made the corner of his mouth twitch slightly. He wiped at it with the back of his hand holding the glass before lowering it again.

As he did his head tilted slightly, his nose now picking up the scent of the 'young' girl in front of him who'd just arrived at the bar. There as no mistaking she was vampire, and he figuratively pricked his ears to hear her voice when she ordered.