There was something much too delicious about the way the vampire spoke his name. It had him wondering how it might sound coming from the other during the throes of passion. He was not adverse to finding out and his sixth senses told him the vampire was likely of like mind. Not that he was going to offer himself up. He had not gotten to where he was by giving into impulsive desires or letting anyone get the best of him.

Huh. Maybe that was part of why his relationship with Ewan was so messed up. Though the longer he stayed in this striking vampires company, the more he found himself thinking Ewan who?

"Long enough," he answered vaguely. It had been four years which Monty felt was a decent amount of time to have more than proven himself. He rose an eyebrow as Malik spoke into the barkeeps ear which resulted in them being pointed to a back room. Without waiting to be asked, Monty draped himself across one of the chairs, somehow looking as if every space he occupied had been made expressly for him. Monty had always had a way of making even the dingiest of places look like it was an empire he deigned to rule.

"Well connected, I see," he teased lightly as he regarded the other more intimately. He had never actually been alone with a vampire before. There was something thrilling about it.