"Then the bar maid is a lucky girl," Liev answered with a slight smirk. He couldn't help himself, not even when it would serve him better to tone his ego down. Her question came right out of the left field as far as he could tell, unless he had missed a vital point in the conversation. Still, he gave a nonchalant shrug. "They are businessmen--and women. They know how to make money and they provide a service for those who may need it. Admittedly, I prefer eating what I've caught myself. This, however," he motioned round the club lazily, "Is far more sociable and provides more sustenance than ordering a tequila at a human bar when you know you will not be drinking it." He paused. "If your question was one of ethics, well..." The sentence ended with another shrug. And it was unlikely he would be able to make a decent kill until the most recent scandal blew over. The idea of needing to use a hunter was vaguely annoying.
"With this accent?" Liev cracked a smile, "I should hope not. I don't recall the United States ever having a German quarter." Knocking back his second drink, he raised his eyebrows, "And you will forgive me for saying so, but that is a rather obvious remark to make even for polite conversation. If you have something to ask, I would suggest asking it. I tire quickly of the games people play with social politics." The last comment rang rather clearly of 'I am too old for that game', though not unkindly. The only social politics Liev bothered with were within the pack and anything Odette pushed him into--which still fell into the category of 'within the pack'.