"A girl that knows her way around a liquor cabinet. I am impressed," Damien replied. The bubbly bartender dashed off to fulfill their orders and his companion lit up a cigarette. Damien happened to be on the cusp of a chain smoker and since he couldn't die, there was no point in caring about the consequences.
"And who clearly doesn't give a fuck about the rules. I hope that glass of ice is big enough for two." The vampire mirrored her actions and lit up a cigarette of his own. She clearly didn't care about getting kicked out...or she had a way to ensure she didn't. Damien wanted to see if she would be willing to share some of whatever kept her from being caught with him. Plus, it would prove she was certainly more than just a girl looking to score a free drink with an interested in the 'fucked' and the 'possessed.'
Damien took a drag from his cigarette before releasing a cloud of smoke into the stagnant bar air. It took everything he had to not smirk in response to her question. "You wasted no time in going right for the personal questions, did you?"