They were on a closed golf course in the middle of the night, why would they bother hiding their fangs? Garrick's human assistant was well out of hearing range now, which was good, as Jared still had no idea exactly who he was working for. Garrick would have smiled, but seeing as he was still the stoic British bastard he was when he was alive, he gave Pyotr a smirk instead. Shaking Pyotr's hand, noticing the Rose tattoos once again, Garrick said, "A pleasure to see you as well. I was wondering if you would ever bring your business stateside. It's too good of an opportunity to pass up." That was, after all, the exact reason why Garrick had expanded his own businesses, it would be foolish not to.
He looked out over the course, his night vision perfect thanks to his House. He could see the target Pyotr had set up, a good distance away, enough to be a challenge. This would be a fun evening indeed, even if no blood was shed. "It is. That vampire bar of theirs is bringing people into town, even if the idea is a bit ridiculous." Garrick was a traditionalist; you couldn't pay him enough to drink blood from a glass. "Good for us, for both sides of our business." Garrick knew that much of Pyotr's business was illegal, and hell, so was his own. It was what they did.