The sudden restraint on Rocket's part was genuinely surprising and when the fur ball started to question Tesla's motives the vampire just sighed before taking seat at the bar. After ordering another glass of wine, and nodding to put it on the Raccoon's tab, Nikola finally glanced beside him and quietly spoke up. "Attempt to speak of your feelings and you shall be force fed that gun." There was a hint teasing in the vampire's tone, but also a glint in his eye that spoke volumes. Violence was a simple form of expression and one he would have welcomed, but sharing emotions and feelings with a stranger...it was far more daunting then a good fight. "I suppose sharing a few drinks will do, saves me from having to have my suit dry cleaned; I doubt fur and blood stains will be easily removed." Oh he was an ass, but the wine was good and Nikola was never one to really turn down a free drink.