Jander stopped dead in his tracks and punched a building, knocking some mortar loose.
"First, buddy," he said thrusting a finger at Dennis. "We're vampires - NOT vamps. Second, what are you doing living off the scraps some pesky little mortal is throwing at you? Third, get some guts and have some self-respect. You're an immortal, for Avalon's sake."
He stormed off, taking a puff from a cigarette, throwing it down, lighting another, and repeating the process.