"You have a point. I had a fake ID when I was your age, got in just about anywhere I wanted," he conceded. "Let's put that off for now anyway- I'm not exactly dressed for bar-hopping. Well, maybe some bars- but I'm not really into the kind of places where I'd blend in dressed in red leather," he quipped.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and assume you can take care of yourself, seeing as you didn't run away from the scuffle- or even look startled by it. You out here on patrol too?" he asked. "'Cause I'm pretty sure we can find some more vamps to dust." Might as well make his showing off productive as well as fun.