As he left the booth, he glanced over his shoulders and smirked at her before he shook his head. “I think of them in terms of taste, not food. Every one of you tastes different. You tell people apart by looks and scent, I can tell them apart by how they taste. It’s an extra sense that I have that most do not. Not that its good for much more than snacking on people though, but that keeps one alive, does it not?”
The remark about being at the mercies of strippers only got a laugh out of the demon. But that one he didn’t bother to answer. Instead, he just grinned at her and disappeared into the crowd once again. No, he wouldn’t have minded that one little bit. Though, he wasn’t foolish enough to get himself that drunk in a club like this. No, being at the mercy of strippers wasn’t something he was afraid of. With his powers, he could get out of that easily enough. No, it was the other creatures around that might make life a little too interesting for his tastes.
Instead, he just disappeared into the crowd as he made his way over toward the stage and the dancers there. It would take him some minutes before he found just what he was looking for. A very attractive, to him at least, buxom blond wearing a little schoolgirl outfit, complete with the pigtails. And he made sure the girl was more than willing to make sure that Lyn had a good time, no matter how shy the half fae just might end up being.
As he got back to the booth, he let the stripper slide in first, before he settled on the edge, on her other side, so that little Lyn didn’t have any where to escape to. “This is Amber.” He said as he motioned a hand toward the dancer. “Lyn here, has never been to a strip club, or gotten herself a lapdance.” The demon just grinned as he turned his attention away from Amber and back toward Lyn. The admission seemed to amuse the dancer as well as she held her hand out and introduced herself.