Felicity watched the man sweat and by the way his hand went to his chest either he was having a heart attack of feeling threatened. Neither of which she needed, because for half breeds or even beings, no matter the circumstance, the headlines were generally against them. She sighed though it came out under a hue of baritone. "Relax, I'm part Veela," He stated firmly, "And your not my type." Mr. Caulfield honestly wasn't, Felicity liked men who were self assured in their own right and knew what they wanted in life.

He took a puff on his cigar making interesting O's for amusement. "Nope, sure haven't. Though if I do, I promise you'll be the first to know Mr. Caulfield. A rogue vampire is hardly in my best interest wouldn't you say? Can't have my clientele thinking this isn't a safe haven, not when so much of the world is against them." He poured himself another shot and threw it back, "Ahhh..." Nothing like a good solid burn all the way down to the gut.