"Yeah, and the few that smell like they've been turned by the vampires might take that as a threat." The vampires in this world had the distinct smell of death tainting them. It was weird given they were very alive creatures- but then Upirs too had to die to become fully fledged Upir. It just wasn't transmittable as the King's on the Seattle streets.
"Oh, they're real, you just mostly get them in Mexico or Mexico adjacent." He laughed. His family more or less made their own because sometimes spells called for some intense stuff. "We can have some lager after your hunt," he offered.
The herbs and things in the tequila would give it more of a spice than usual, but spread quickly with a lick of salt; of which Peter dumped some in his palm to lick before the bottle would be returned. His eyes shifted to their wolf yellow the moment the salt hit his lips and then dissipated "It should last for a couple days. Drink hunting might be more fun." Another mischievous grin.