[ Armand does have a point, of course. Even though they are brothers in darkness together, and their experience and desire for nightlife has an entirely different meaning to what it might for a regular human, he can't deny the urge they both undoubtably feel to fall into the overstimulation that is a tightly packed club or restaurant that you can hear from blocks away.

He can imagine it now if he casts his vivid imagination into some nearby future; a bar not unlike this one, an attractive bartender, a permanently open stage, a large dance floor, a network, a hub, a community. A coven, but not only of vampires. What a salacious idea. ]

I can't lie, I have been thinking of it. There's so little entertainment of nighttime, and at first I thought it the fault of the people - that perhaps they were all simply just too mild - but I know now that it's more down to the lack of opportunity.

[ His eyes sparkle as he looks around; a dog with a bone, a mind partial to planning armed with yet another thread of inspiration. ]