"Hello," Marie greeted in her own thick Haitian accent. She couldn't blame the man for being concerned. She had quite the reputation, especially after killing the vampire who had murdered two of their girls. "Don't fret, cher. We don't bite. We leave that to our customers." She didn't want to assume the worst, but they needed to know if this one was a spy for his vile master or not.
Pulling a small case out of her purse, she prepared herself a cigar while Nathan settled in at the table. "So, you break your leash or is your master trying to relocate?" she asked bluntly, blowing out a cloud of smoke.