"A leather tophat, you say? Sounds quite decadent," he teased, giving her a smile that didn't bother to try and mask his fangs. "That's very kind of you, Rayna. It'll look wonderful in the ring."
He shook his mane of hair back, then tightened his arms across his chest. "I don't think off the top of my head anyone's mentioned needing anything in particular, but you might ask around," he ventured. "I'm sure it will be an excellent season for us all this summer; the impending Nostradamus prophecies have spiked even the blue-collar conservative's interest in the supernatural."