"Me? Little of this, little of that," he said vaguely, then laughed. The gesture was sudden, like a door slamming, and it exposed those glossy-white, ostentatiously long fangs. They weren't the fangs in those bullshit movies like Twilight; these belonged on a pit viper, thin and elegant, tapering to translucent points at the tip that were sharp even to the sight. The lower jaw had two tiny recessed grooves for the fangs to fit snugly against when the mouth was closed; vampires had evolved into the humanoid version of jungle cats.
The microwave beeped and he removed the little hospital-issue bag of blood, tearing it open effortlessly with those nails the way someone might puncture a Capri Sun pouch. He upended it into a glass--- not a crystal goblet or anything so theatrical, but a clean plastic cup he retrieved from a cabinet--- and then lifted it to his lips for a swallow. The faintest grimace.
"I have to add crushed aspirin to it as an anticoagulant to keep it from just clotting up inside the bag," he told Dracon almost absently, "and even then it only keeps for a day or two before it starts tasting like skunked beer." A shake of his head, that Medusa mane of dreadlocks.
"Anyway. The carnival's grown quite a bit since you began here... we have a full-time burlesque tent now, it isn't just a show on the main stage after hours," he said idly, sipping at the blood again. "The haunted house has grown exponentially... it's without a doubt one of our top-three biggest attractions. I'd say the order of importance and foot traffic from marks is, the big tent, the sideshow tent, and the haunted house. There are more vendors too... something for every taste."
He gave a slight arch of his brow, lifted the cup to his lips again. "And a much wider assortment of characters for you to work alongside. Honestly, some of the races... people from all cultures have flocked to us. Some barely speak English, and some barely speak at all, but my door is as always open. We've had problems, of course... most recently, an arrogant little prick of a demon who thought he'd come in and disobey the rules. He's been vanquished back to Hell, where his sulfurous ass belongs," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and was downright predatory. People tended to think of him as fatherly, nurturing, and while he certainly could be... it didn't bode well for anyone to forget that inky blackness where his heart had once throbbed with humanity.