The idea that vampires were even remotely the most attractive things that roamed the Earth was something that Bruce disagreed with. He didn't find the idea of a dead person walking around to be very sexually appealing, but he supposed that people did, considering they were here in this bar. No offense to her, considering it was safe to assume that she was a vampire which was exactly what Bruce did. "Do fights ever break out here?" Bruce inquired, curious as to the level of violence, considering the extreme dynamic of people that crowded the bar. If Bruce had been a vampire, he knew he wouldn't have been comfortable going to a place known to hold those that wanted to kill his kind. It just didn't make any sense, and yet it was there, right before his very eyes to absorb.
When Pam mentioned the drink was special, again, Bruce nodded, "Ah, I see. I guess it must be special enough to give up the things they can have in their lifetime for one night of pleasure." He said softly, eyes darting around the club, taking in the atmosphere one person at a time.
She could sense his discomfort, and it wasn't just the place or the atmosphere that was makking Bruce uncomfortable, it was the fact that this place was out of his normal routine. When she asked, Bruce shrugged his shoulders at Pam, "I suppose it has to do with the level of intensity in here. I feel out of place, like I shouldn't be here, and it makes me a little bit anxious." He explained, which was never a good thing. He had, however, began to exert some bit of control over his monster, so he wasn't worried about a little bit of anxiety now and then. It was when the levels reached an extreme that he would start to have a problem. He wasn't to sure that would happen here, however, unless something provoked it, and in a place like this he had an idea that wasn't exactly uncommon. For the sake of the place, though, Bruce would continue to remain on guard and cautious.
It was for the safety of everyone in the building.