Malakai had genuinely debated digging one of the cape-style coats out of his closet, to wear to meet Jonas, but decided he didn't want to make a joke of his meeting with the man; he was being offered a favor, and didn't have the will to taint that, by mocking the man. At least, not anymore.
The vampire would be the first to admit he had been offguard, since arriving in this strange new universe- no Council to adhere to, not nearly as many dogs as he was used to. It was almost- almost quaint. But then there was the lack of blood to consider, as well as the fact that they were back 'in the coffin' (god he hated that phrase) so to speak.
Brushing the thoughts away, Malakai drew his coat more around himself, as he brushed the portkey that landed him in New York City. He was getting much better at adjusting to the lurch of the ground under him as he landed, and managed to walk off after only a second's pause.
Minutes later, he was wandering through the coffee shop, on his way to the distinct energy, that was the telepath over in the corner.
"Jonas, I take it?" His accent was decidedly Russian- closer to 'Bond villian' than 'Dracula', although if provoked, he could do Translyvanian just as easily. He offered his hand, the glove on it enough to mask the chill Jonas would feel if he touched the skin outright.