Athos has not laughed in years, but when she says 'vampires', he raises his brow. "You realize that the moment you implicated vampires into this, you owed me an explanation. Sitting here in neon gaudish lights of terror, with a woman of the future, and more drink than I normally know what to do with..."

"Come," Athos coaxes, tugging the bottle. "We should walk and you can tell me about your world."