"A few years," Ragnar nodded. "You're set in your ways, then? Do you have many creatures of the night in your establishment?" He knew there were a lot around, of course. In their varying guises. And he was sure Mason knew that just as well as he did. "Perhaps it would help your productivity if you were?" It was a tease, a joke, he wouldn't wish a supernatural anything on anyone, especially not if it came with immortality.
A timer went off in the kitchen and Ragnar got up, returning with the salmon in it's paper packet on a plate.
"Perhaps you should think of one? That is a long time to go without rest. You can come with me to California for my conference. You can relax whilst I wander around with boring people who like to think they know better than me."