As the drink was finished and set back down on the bar, Liam's fingers stilled instantly and he straightened up. "I have good taste," he commented, still with that smile on his lips. With the years he'd had to perfect it, his taste certainly had been refined. If he chose, for example, he could only have the freshest and tastiest blood from those humans he picked out specifically instead of just whomever was handy at the time.
"Do you think your mates would miss you if we stepped out?" He asked, his intent perfectly clear in his tone. His hand raised and settled itself against Ainsley's arm.