Her words deflated him completely and with a sigh Nikola considered just following her recommendation to take his leave, but as she began to move away he couldn't shake the nagging feeling. Only one other had ever spoken to him like that before, and instead of being pissed a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He was not a good guy, by any stretch, but she had piqued his interest and that was enough for the vampire at the moment.
Without missing a beat he was by her side again, claws and fangs at the ready. Yet instead of offering any sort of apology or even an explanation, Tesla turned his gaze to the undead and muttered something more to himself then to her. "Well...it was an exceptional vintage..." After taking a moment to look around his voice quietly spoke again as he glance at her, the faintest hint of concern in his tone. "How are you doing, ammo wise?