He didn't go to bars. Well of course not, just look at the state of him. Rhys would be lucky if he attended the opening of an envelope dressed like that. Where was his sense of style? Hadn't his sire instructed him on this?! Bone structure was clearly wasted on him at this point. "It's not just a bar, it's Elysium. You might want to think about improving your wardrobe before you go there, you wouldn't get picked for a fight wearing that."
Even at a casual pace the little Kindred seemed to flap along beside him like a loose kite. Tristian had to wonder who had embraced this creature; he possessed absolutely no grace about him whatsoever. "Yes and no. I'm not telepathic if that's what your asking me, but when it comes to truth and secrets my dark gift gives me a favourable knack for discovering them." He accompanied his cryptic response with a smug and toothy grin. "Surely you've been taught about clans and their disciplines, haven't you? It really shouldn't be that hard to work out if you've had the proper training."