She couldn't quite bring herself to ask if he was like her. For one, the zombie dating pool was microscopic and she didn't want to have her hopes dashed. Not yet. He could have just been a very, very pale guy. He might even be a vampire if they were really real.
Her eyes fell on the other side of the bar with a frown. "Maybe you could get a really big curtain, or a chainsaw."
Her eyes met him again and she smiled and returned to the conversation, "So at your bar you sit on a throne and girls come up and flirt with you? Sounds like a rough gig."