"Adelia, Van Helsing. The Third." Tony lets that roll off his tongue for a bit, waiting for the bartender to arrive with two new drinks. One of which he snatches up and takes a swig, before turning his eyes back to the woman at the bar with him. "That's a lot of name. It suits you, though. You look like the type that, when angry, you'd probably raise Hell." He doesn't go for the full out pun, figuring that might be too much. "This almost makes me wish I was something more than Tony. Do you know how many Tonys are out there? Tony Sopranao, Tony Danza, Tony Toni Tone..."