Ainsley stilled, his hand reaching for a clean glass from beneath the bar, his fangs starting to appear at the proximity of the wolf. He shook it off and finished the motion, flipping the glass up and filling it with some vodka and lemonade, and passing it over to one of his fellow bartenders to complete an order.
"I have a feeling this isn't an argument either of us is going to win," he said reasonably. "You have your experiences and I have mine. Is that what you are? A vampire hunter?" he asked right on the heels of his statement, his tone much the same as the one the kid had used on him earlier.