Mason couldn't help but give a glare at the man who had come up next to him to get a drink and interrupted. He didn't know, of course, that their conversation included anything more than idle bar chit-chat, but maybe it was the icy reception from the man beside him that moved him away so quickly.
He waited rather impatiently until the vampire came around to him once more. He watched as it stepped from person to person and drink to drink, trying to decide if he would have been able to pick the vampire out of the crowd of humans if it weren't for the wolf.
"The vampire-hunting kind aren't as prevalent as you seem to think," Mason defended, leaning forward onto the bar without thinking about it, bringing himself a little closer to the vampire. "The exception rather than the rule. Maybe because there are so few like you, somehow it seems rather even to you." He paused, taking a breath. "But it isn't."