Marcel was usually more catlike with his reflexes but he just hadn't been paying attention to anyone next to him. His attention was thrown in numerous directions, his thoughts everywhere.
He needed to make moves and make an impact. He wasn't the Beast for no reason. He had rank, he had power. He just needed the numbers now. The question was, what was he going to do with it all? Oh, he knew. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He also knew that Klaus wouldn't like it.
The moment Marcel rested his eyes on he pretty blonde and heard that tone that matched the smile, Marcel should have walked in another other direction. There was a girl who could literally flay him alive now and she had the jealous streak of someone who would actually do it. Blondes were usually his thing, but Marcel wasn't a fool either.
He flashed the blond stranger a pearly white grin and gave her a little nod as he held out a napkin from the bar. "And she'll have another." He said to the bartender, his eyes staying locked on Charlotte. "Since I bought you a drink you can at least tell me your name."