[ It feels remarkably mundane, allowing He Ming to seat him and then return to his station behind the bar to serve him, but there's also something nice about it. Rune doesn't have to think about what dangers there could be or how to best protect them both from it, and so, when he makes the comment about not serving blood, he's almost confused. Yet, it only takes a moment to realize it's like a game, and rather than shy away from it, he leans forward so that their noses brush before even bothering to answer. ]

I suppose I'll have to drink whatever you make me until I get what I really want. [ Settling back, almost uninterested, Rune purposely lets his gaze drop to what he can see of He Ming's throat. There might even be a flash of glamoured fang, but that's if He Ming doesn't blink too fast. ] Sweet but a little spicy. Or you could just surprise me.

[ A pause, and Rune still watches him intently, the only person he sees in the room. ]

What would you have?