Like he wasn't surprised enough by her outright ease with telling someone she didn't even know about being a vampire, but then she had to add the bra show into the equation.
"Sorta sounds familiar, like I heard it before. Anyway," leveling a pair of intense eyes on her, "you should be careful here who you just spring that shit on. Ain't a city full of supernats-experts here. Could have made some man run screaming about you being out of your mind or another fucking holiday freak."
He hitch a seat on the table his basket was left on.
"Name's Tristan. Warlock. Lot of us here. What's your name?"