"It's all right. I would, however, prefer it if you kept the flames to yourself, if you could." One burst in (albeit unwarranted) self defense, Grayson could understand that. Setting his bar on fire was another story completely. Were Neil to even so much as think about doing that, his ass would be out the door, Saoirse's friend or not.
He did not, however, intend to startle the man, so Grayson gave him a smile and came inside, sitting down in on a nearby chair. "Grayson Mudali," he said, "and I suppose I should apologize for waking you. You're the first of Seer's friends I've met, actually, and given what I know about the others, I think I'd rather meet the almost-brother than the druggie friends."
Grayson extended one hand, figuring the other man likely knew that he was a vampire, and hoping he wasn't frightened by that fact. He could be intimidating, yes, but he didn't always mean to be. Especially when they had a close friend in common, and a friend Grayson didn't want to upset in any way, or do something to make Saoirse's life more complicated. "Pleasure to meet you, Neil."