[She will approach, of course, if she needs to, but for now she calls the bartender over and tells him to put Dorian's most recent drink on her tab. Go over and tell him it's on me, she compels him, eye to eye and vampiric ability at its very best, but put it on his tab anyway if I don't leave with him. She releases him then, breaks the eye contact and toys with the toothpick some more, waiting, watching the beautiful boy at the other end of the bar. The pieces are moving, the challenge extended.]
late? me? never.