"I mean, yeah, sure, some of us even get the humans to pay us for it, but I dunno, that place is so depressing."

"Haven't heard of the business model."

"No? I mean, getting bit by a vampire can totally be worth paying for," he says.

"Look, I'm from another dimension and where I'm from vampires are monochrome, highly religious ethical parasites who are forbidden from involving money in their dinners and from assaulting innocent dragons in alleys, catch me up here."

"Okay, sure," he says. "Around here vampires are soulless undead ex-humans who assault people in alleys a lot. And most of the time we don't bother, but we can make the biting thing a positive experience."

"Well, that's arguably better than the ones at home manage, they just leave numb spots."

"Way better than numb spots. The kind of thing people will go to depressing little blood brothels to pay for."

"No market for an opulent upscale version? A backwards corner café with its own cat?"

He shrugs. "Maybe in L.A. or something. Not around here, though. You may have noticed we only have the one club."

"I did notice that."

Flirty Vampire shrugs. "So anyway. If I ask nicely can I drink your blood?"

"I fed somebody who asked nicely a week and a half ago and need to wait another week and a half, and that's if you stick you restrained little swallows of the sort I'm accustomed to. Well, in this form. And I doubt somewhat you can bite through my scales."

"I wouldn't be so sure. Vampires can bite pretty hard."

"I was thinking of prying a couple off anyway," (and Mial isn't being particularly prompt about the scales he was going to deliver) "which might be more comfortable than puncturing them regardless. What kind of pleasant are we talking here, when I get home am I going to be laid up for a month in Sainted Roses spiraling down from an exotic addiction?"

"Nah. I made the 'blood brothel' comparison for a reason."

Aurin considers this. "Eh, all right," he shrugs presently, and he shifts, winces, pries a couple scales off from near the inside of his left foreleg's elbow, tosses them into the air, shifts, catches them, shifts back, and extends the limb.

Aurin purrs.

Isn't this a nice pleasant positive-sum interaction with no fire or assault? It is. Purrrrrrr.

Aurin shifts back rather than let the wound drip additional blood. He pockets the scales he's holding. "Very nice," he purrs.

Flirty Vampire grins at him.

"If I were," says Aurin, "actually the sort of person who's supposed to go around reforming vampires I'd probably have a speech prepared but in fact I just want to make out some more."

"Sounds good to me."