Liam nodded, his tongue pressing harder against his fang. After so many years, it shouldn't be so much of a problem to control himself. He could go days without feeding if he wanted to (which he never did), and the lust could be ignored most of the time if it had to be.
He turned his attention then to the bartender, and seemed to catch her attention without a word. She came down to their side, smiling brightly and asking for their order.
"A Manhattan for the gentleman here," Liam said, tilting his head in a semi-possessive gesture towards Ainsley. While she went off to make the drink (a personal favorite of Liam's, or at least for his victims), Liam's attention was back on Ainsley.
"Why don't you look like you want to be here tonight?" He asked immediately. It wasn't an important question, but some conversation before the bloodshed wouldn't kill him.