Acutely aware of his surroundings, Zander took note of the vampire (he'd gotten used to their scent of death and blood) approaching and continued to clean the glasses. The man definitely didn't look like he belonged here--out of an old painting, but considering how old some of them were, he wasn't surprised. As far as dress code went...well that was hit or miss. The Gargoyle preferred comfort.
Raising a brow and not turning to face the vampire just yet until he had enough dry glasses to go another round. Snorting hot air under his breath. "An Earl Grey Martini, bloody hell."
He knew what they were. It was tea and gin, more or less. For those that liked a bit of both. But as far as the concoction went, he just couldn't understand the appeal of syrup, egg whites, and gin ruining a tea. Or visa versa a watery tea ruining gin. "Course I can." Zander said finally, reaching for the gin and turning to rummage through what Americans would consider tea in 'bags'. The epitome of lazy, really. "How strong?"