"I wouldn't know, I don't much like to mingle with the type." There were those sneak away nights with his clan members to pretend they were one of the students from the chapel. Attending their parties and get togethers to learn what they could of the culture. Spread their wings and have a little fun.
Those days were long since over. Any memories had been covered the blood of his clan, and Zander would rather rip a human in half than share a space with them.
"Sorry to hear, love, let's see." Zander hated when people asked him for recommendations. Everyone had different tastes--especially monsters. "We've got a new brew in, supposedly all natural if you're into that sort of thing. I'd say a Negroni cocktail if you're looking to loosen up and aren't fond of the tap."