[Gen would probably be surprised to know the calibre of bar that Liem is most used to ending up at. Back home, he only tended to visit bars when he wanted to blow off some steam, and forget about all the parts of his life that were related to his sensible, respectable career at his fancy, important church. That meant that he intentionally chose the seediest, most hole-in-the-wall joints he could find, ones frequented by freaks and deviants who wouldn't bat an eye at the presence of someone with strange eyes and sharp teeth among them. He's far more used to bars like that than he is to the sort of clubs where upscale gentlemen might enjoy a classy evening drink.

But even so, when Gen suggests that he might be looking to join the local population of weirdos looking to get bitten, Liem rewards him with a faint scowl.]

Don't even suggest that.

[He takes another unhappy sip from the short glass of pale amber liquor in front of him. He doesn't want to think about some nasty vampire sinking their fangs into Gen just because he had too much to drink and didn't know any better.]

I saw you, you know. Answering Claude's question over communion, a couple weeks ago.

[The very definition of: "I saw her at the witches' sabbath." Girl, what were you doing at the witches' sabbath? (The Zenith-only witches' sabbath.) But suffice to say, he knows he isn't the only one with reasons to be getting trashed in a bar in Highstorm this month.]

Looks like we're both back where we started, aren't we?