[This is basically the only male he's ever seen behind the bar - and if what Rebekah's told him is correct that must make him Eric, the proprietor of the establishment. A vampire from an entirely different worlds and bound to different laws. His pride hasn't yet decided how it feels about this now that he's finally face to face with one.
He gives a cool smile in greeting.]
Scotch, neat. [For all of his time spent here he's yet to order blood, old habits (and paranoia) die a bit hard.]