Danior looked at his empty tumbler, tilting it to one side. He grinned somewhat darkly. "Would you join me in a proper drink to celebrate our revelation, Hadrian?"
He put down the tumbler, and shrugged up the sleeve of his right arm. "I believe they have some.. drink behind the bar here, or would you prefer..?" He lifted up his right arm, showing Hadrian the inside of his right wrist. The thumb of his left hand rested against it, the sharpened nail obvious even in the shadows of the club. "It may be a little rich for your tastes though," he purred.