[ Hob isn't wrong, Lestat thinks. The more he thinks about it, the more he's starting to realise that as far as nightlife goes, the City is incredibly lacking. This whole party has really opened his eyes to what an opportunity could be resting right at his fingertips. Plus, owner of a club is a profession he's never had a stab at. Could be fun.

He's also just a little bit gassed about the compliments, so. He's in a very good mood. ]

Ah, but you mentioned the teeth, and you saw mine, but surely that can't be the only way to identify a vampire, that you know of? Aren't there stories, books, movies?

[ He sidles maybe a little bit closer, just a step, just testing the waters of Hob's personal space. ]