"Yer askin' a vampire for tips?" he asked, walking into the parlor. Seeing the tray of tea sandwiches, Fenrir forgot he was supposed to be a slave and snagged one. He popped it into his mouth, chewing as he looked at the man.
"Och, ain't that tha lad from tha auction? Did he want some wool too? Ah mean, it's up ta yew if ya give it to him, but at least get somethin' in return. Business an' all, lass." He took another sandwich as he thought of something. "If he's askin' for a night with meh, Ah want dinner first. And a good deal for ya. If it's as a ram, then forget it. That's a horrible stereotype an Ah won't be apart of it!"