[Saetan does not particularly care for this place. Its loud and crowded and it makes him feel old and out of touch and he hates this sort of thing. He's only here to get a glass of blood, which he's mixed with a bit of red wine in a wine glass because he believes in having standards. And now that he's here he feels obligated to stay until he's finished it and be social, if a bit awkward in his old fashioned suit.
If there's one thing he can't do though it's mind his own business and when he spots the unhappy looking young man further down the bar from him he can't refrain from commenting.]
Forgive me for saying so, puppy, but I didn't think it was possible for anyone to look like they wanted to be here less than I do.