Vlad chuckled at the way the waitress rolled her eyes, and he glanced at the bartender, who gave him a slight nod. If the man wanted another tip, he'd make the drinks just as he had before. "Power is intoxicating." He should know - killing made him feel powerful, money made him powerful, and Dracula was the epitome of it; immortal, with strength and abilities no mortal man could ever possess. "Some kinds come with more responsibility than others, though."
For him it wasn't quite about fun, but he agreed wholeheartedly with the thrill part of it. That was why he did it, after all; his first murder had been more impulsive and less planned, but once he had a taste of that thrill it was impossible to just ignore. "Indeed it does," he agreed. "It's the thrill of a predator, of knowing you are the one to be feared rather than being afraid."