"Well, I went and acted all heroic so at least I know vampires are reasonably likely to flee from growly dragons."

"Most of them, yes. And if they attack you anyway you can always progress to setting them on fire."

"Theoretically, yeah, I guess."

"Not keen on the idea?"

"Not really, I mean, self-defense, but still."

He shrugs. "Suit yourself. Threaten to set them on fire, then."

"Definitely more comfortably in my repertoire. Do you happen to know if the pleasanter nightlife requires a membership or a cover charge or anything that might cut into my loan?"

"Nothing along those lines. It wouldn't be nearly so convenient a hunting ground otherwise."

Aurin sighs, then says, "Thank you for showing me the entrance," and goes out and flies to the pleasanter nightlife.

It's a club. There's music. There's drinks. There's dancing. There's young adult humans. No one seems to be overtly luring anyone else into any alleys, but maybe they've learned to be subtle about it.

Aurin does not buy any drinks - he doubts, somehow, that they have redreed wine, and he's not going to burn through his limited currency just for flavor. He gets water and dances with the young adult humans, trying to tire himself out to the point that napping will appeal.

Conversation is limited by the noise, but some of the young adult humans give him appreciative looks. It is unclear whether they are appreciating his value as an attractive boy or as a snack.

Well. He's going to be optimistic. Although he can't exactly take any girls back to the spartan little crypt, now, can he ("welcome to my recent acquaintance's crypt, he's not here because he's nocturnal so get cozy, look, the crypt contains like four objects") so unless somebody preemptively offers her place he'll probably skip the usual results of evenings like this.

Eh, he's probably going to have to resign himself to not getting laid tonight, and everybody he interacts with is another snippet of data about local culture. He will flirt back at the boy a little.

Whatever else he wants, the flirty boy does prove to want to make out with Aurin in some fresh air!

Oh, okay. Fun.

"...what the fuck?" says the flirty boy with fangs.

"That is not how you treat somebody who makes out with you!" snaps Aurin. "Bad vampire, no dinner. Shoo." And on shoo the smoke becomes a teeny bit of fire. Not enough to catch on anything.

Aurin puts his fangs away. "I have heard a rumor that there are relatively easy ways to shoplift animal blood," he remarks. "You could also try asking for small quantities. This works wonders for some vampire populations' social reputations."