Usually, it was the women that stared. Oh, the men did too. Some men more lustful, some envious. But they did stare. The vampire preferred women by far but if he found himself needing food, it did not much matter what it looked like.
Thomas shrugged, casually. He was the epitome of casual. Even for a guy who stood in front of a door to Hell. "Just doing my evening stroll. Are you sure you are not here to rescue some poor damned soul?" he asked. There was an ounce of concern in his voice. He had some people seen doing more stupid things - mainly his brother. Harry saw someone in distress and offered his life on a silver plate. The thought brought an air of sadness over him. By night, he missed the idiot.