"I don't do last names, only good looking men," he said with a smirk, because really there was no reason to waste time with pretences. If the man was straight, it would end there, and if not, there were plenty of places were things could end. Beds were usually the best option.
Patrick smiled. "I am guilty of those concoctions. I wish I'd have some alcohol to mix them with, serve some good cocktails, but they don't seem to think that drinking is a good idea." He disagreed. If you didn't get drunk when people died, he wasn't sure when you should get drunk.
"So, gorgeous, I have never seen you around and I don't recognise the name, so are you straight or one of the returnees?"