He looked down at the cup that was placed into his hands with something akin to deep suspicion. He chuckled, a hint of breath visible on the air for a moment.

She'd called it a casual thing and, well, he'd tried - but the jacket was still fitted and he still look as he always did - like he'd wandered into the future from yesterday while absorbing voltage along the way.

"What is this?" said the wine-drinking vampire; the last of her old life, somehow.