LaCroix smirked humored by Azazel’s teasing words, lifting his glass once to take a drink after which he cleared the remains of it with tip of his tongue “Oh I believe the answer to that is rather obvious…I believe no ‘normal’ beings would be caught dead here well…maybe dead..” he replied with his own morbid humor as he put the used up cigar out into the small crystal ashtray, handing it back to the bartender. He flashed him the faintest of smiles.
Once he handed the tray over he twisted his stool about so he was more or less facing Azazel’s side offering his pallid hand in greeting “Lucien LaCroix” strange it was a French sounding name though the vampire was English in voice and Italian in birth. Honestly Lucien LaCroix was not his original name but it was a name he had adopted soon after he had remade himself to distant himself from his past. Also it had been an ironic joke being a vampire being that it means ‘light of the cross’ or something similar.