Maybe if you learn to use the word "please" I will. [ though she's already moving behind the counter -- she doesn't know why, she doesn't even work here, but once a waitress, always a waitress... ]
Y'know, I don't know how vamps of your kind can stomach anythin' other than blood. [ she picks up a bottle, shakes it at him. ] Not that this stuff would really do anything for 'em back home if they could drink it. Only thing that does is, well, me.
[ faerie blood. ...which she probably shouldn't have said. oops? ]