LaCroix chuckled sardonically at Spike’s insult “amusing Spike ..but no it isn’t. However, you’re hardly my type either” He shrugged off the barb, seeming more entertained at the man’s suggestion he was trying out a pick up line on him then that he called him ugly or was it that he talked out of his ass? It didn’t really matter to him; he was having too much fun.
The Roman turned his attention to the bar, when he heard the bartender place the glass on the counter. Gently took up his glass and took a measured sip off his blood, sampling it to make sure the bartender haven’t screwed him on his order. It wasn’t the best he had tasted but it was close enough to satisfy his thirsty for now. He settled on one of the barstools, deciding he was going to be there awhile as he waited for his winnings “I see you’re doing quite well for yourself” he remarked gesturing about them.