"Of course," Kenshin replied. He wasn't overly hungry, but he was perhaps as peckish as a vampire could be. He extended his arm to Sayuri, a tradition of most escorts that even a rurouni like himself had picked up over time.
Leading her over to the refreshments bar, Kenshin had to be a little wide-eyed when he noted the selection of blood and various blood cocktails. He'd never really see blood as any sort of delicacy and steered clear of fae blood due to the effects that such things had on his fellow vampires.
"Ah, is there anything plain, sir?" he asked the bartender. "Any type of blood will do. I am afraid my tastes are rather plain."