Liam's attention was back on Ainsley so fast that it almost seemed like he hadn't moved at all. He found himself smiling at the human's naivete, though it wasn't something he hadn't encountered before. They all thought that they had him pegged, right down to the last second before he drained them completely. How weak.
"Something like that," Liam responded, thinking of how hot the man's blood would be, and how thoroughly he'd enjoy it. Certainly much more than Ainsley was enjoying his Manhattan. One didn't understand the true meaning of satiating thirst until they had thirst like his.
"I doubt you'd say that your favourite is some pint of ale from the local club either, though." He amended, lifting his eyebrows in Ainsley's direction.