“Winners or losers can be both equally useful if you employ them correctly,” Dietrich remarked in a sardonic voice, recalling his past customers. He reached out to take an apple from the abandoned table as he spoke. Nobody was watching. He toyed with the supple red fruit, gaze fixated on Damien. “A tragic loss could be twisted for revenge and…” Bite. The apple tasted rich in his mouth, flushing the foul flavor of the badly made coffee. He took another bite, smile widening. “I am not very surprised about what persuasion can do.”
How odd. They were remarkably alike.
“Innocent humans, hmm? Not everybody should be that easy. Aren’t you speaking to one of them?” he questioned, lifting both eyebrows in clear amusement. There was nothing particularly guilty about Dietrich. He had no conscience or morals, thus he was completely pure in his diabolical ways. “But I know what you mean, I prefer vampires myself. There is one exception to the rule.”
Finally. Dietrich smiled at the waitress and offered her the half eaten apple to carry it away with her. He sipped from the mug twice, approving the taste of this one.
“I’ll have a vegetable soup and roasted duck without sauces; they ruin the taste,” he considered, scanning the options. “A dessert, hmm? I’m fond of… fruits. Apples, peaches, grapes or cherries are my favorites.”