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Charlie thought it was sweet that he would once again repeat his apology for the way he had acted, but in truth, she had been the one to tell him to think about that night. In fact, it had been on her that he had such a reaction to what she had told him. Now that they were inside the pub, Charlie smiled once more to him, especially when he said that he would need at least one drink. She didn't doubt, given his reaction as well as the fact that the information she gave him, would be driving his need for liquor.

With a glance towards the fireplace, there was comfortable couches and chairs near it, she had spent a time or two talking to Elliot there about certain things. It was also where he had asked if she had wanted to be adopted by him. She smirked at it, glad that it was empty in that area. She pointed it out to him and leaned in so she could be heard over the music, "Why don't you go get a seat over there, and I'll get the drinks. There are perks to being the protege of the owner." She said with a smirk, then added in "Is there anything special that you'd like?" She asked as she glanced back to the bar.

Usually Pi or Elliot was behind the bar, but this eve, there was neither. That was something that sort of threw her, but she didn't show it outwardly. Elliot had told the family that he would be spending a lot more time in the pub, but she guessed tonight was not his night. Not that she blamed him, but still, his presence always made the pub seem more homey. Charlie could only guess because she saw him as her mentor and like an older brother. After all, he was her sire.

Charlie nodded and then headed to the bar as she let him go to claim a seat near the fireplace. She was clearly in her element, nothing about this place seemed to have her off her guard and she fell into easy banter with the bartender as they worked on getting her the drinks and she had also put in an order for some chips as well. She didn't know if he would be into bangers and mash given that it was actually a pretty hardy meal, so she would ask him about that later. The tender handed her the beers and then told her that the chips would be out shortly. She started to pay - as she always did - but at the same time the tender was stopping her. 'Daughter' of the boss and all. Charlie smiled to the woman and took hold of the beers, turning to see another woman speaking to Marcus.

She walked over with her usual grace and pretty much seemed to ignore the woman for a bit, handing Marcus his beer and taking a seat on a chair nearest to the couch. "Considered me here now... you can go." She said with a dismissive tone that seemed almost cold and calculating. She was quite tempted to use her powers on the girl, but that could get dangerous in a place like this. She sipped her beer and glanced over to Marcus with a smirk before glancing back towards the woman. Of course, there was one power that she could use, one that wouldn't seem like a power. One that would simply be based on the fact that Charlie was dressed in black, looking very much like one of those criminal gangsters that hung out in the slums. And everyone knew what they were like. If the girl didn't go, that would be Charlie's next play.

Charlie continued to sit there, sipping her beer as she watched the woman, clearly some sort of prostitute, or maybe even a blood doll. She couldn't tell. She didn't care. Her eyes shifted towards Marcus, seeing the hidden message in his eyes and then she turned her chocolate gaze onto the girl, setting down her beer on the coffee table before them. "Listen," she began with a soft tone, her voice dropping an octave or two, giving her a more sensual purr as she reached for the woman and gently took hold of the girl's wrist. "I know he is very cute, but you are no longer needed in this conversation. Plus, you don't need to mess with someone who is already taken, there are tons of other men in this pub just looking to hook up with you." She hoped her silver tongue and her power of persuasion would convince the girl to walk away. If not, things were going to get even more dangerous. Not just for the girl, but for Marcus and herself as well.

As she waited for her words to sink into the girl's clearly dim mind, her gaze once more turned towards Marcus and she gave a playful wink to him. Her hand released the grip she had on the girl and she once again was reaching for her beer and moving back so that she could curl up on the chair, one leg tucked under her, the other bent at the knee with the heel of her boot perched on the edge of the leather chair. She was that comfortable in this bar, and it radiated off her that she was safe in this place, despite the amount of humans walking around. "Go on, I see some rather good looking university guys checking you out over by the pool tables." She added to see if that would help sink into her small brain that she wasn't needed or wanted in this area.

Charlie smiled a bit before sipping her beer once more. "You are cute..." She started and then continued "for a ginger." She teased with a wink and then leaned back in her chair a bit. "In all seriousness, you do have some charming qualities to me. Nerd, Thief, Hacker." She said and then took another sip of her beer, savoring the taste of the barley and hops, the way they were mixed together, the sweetness of each ingredient that was in it other than the few grains. Her eyes closed and she could almost see the way each ingredient was grown, where, the amount of sun it got. She had to admit, she missed the sun. Her eyes opened and she rested her gaze on Marcus.

"So what else would you like to know? Clearly, figuring out if what I said to that girl was true wasn't the only thing you have been wondering about since what I have told you so far this night." She asked and then took another sip of the beer before setting it on the table and leaning back in her chair. "Just remember, while I cannot lie, we should still keep our voices low. You can go a lot lower than a whisper and I would still hear you as if I were sitting right next to you. And if need be, you know I can answer you without even opening my mouth." She said in a quiet tone.

Then she got an idea, stood and moved to sit next to him on the couch. "Actually, sitting next to you works better than sitting three feet away. Especially for the more sensitive questions." She said softly and playfully bumped him with her shoulder.

As he had listed off things, countering a bit to what she had said, she had to agree, he was a noob to at least the thieving game, but that was something that could be easily changed. All he needed was a good teacher. And while she may not be the number one thief in this city, one thing she knew is that she was still a damn good thief. She could pick pockets and not know they have been picked, from both human and vampire. She could slip into heavily guarded buildings and use her senses to get her to each of the vaults, popping them open like soda cans. Yes, she could teach him how to be a thief, and if she was right in her assessment of him, he would eventually come to enjoy the thrill of almost being caught - the adrenaline that would come from skipping from a building with a bag full of goods. He may even grow to be a better thief than she was. With time.

When he mentioned taking it ease on the telepathy, she could understand that. She remembered the first time that someone had used that power on her. She had thought that she had gone crazy, she had thought that the blood lust had finally driven her to insanity. And yet, she had come to enjoy using the power. It was quiet, allowed her to communicate from within raids without drawing attention to herself. Allowed her to speak with her team as they tried to bring down their prey. It was a talent she had come to depend on from time to time.

It wasn't until he had made the teasing joke about her flirting with him that she had smiled wickedly, almost looking as if she had planned to make him a meal - just to see if she could give him a playful scare, to see if she could make his pulse quicken. Her eyes even shifted towards his throat, watching the vein there for a moment before her chocolate gaze came back to his eyes and she smiled more authentically, clearly amused and no real danger to him. "I have told you that I can't lie, what makes you think that my flirting would be subtle?" She asked with an amused laugh before she fell quiet to take in all the other questions that he had thrown her way in a quick fire sort of questioning.

"A lot of the lore is correct, to a point." She started out but then dropped her voice near a whisper as she leaned in a bit closer to him so that he could hear her over the music. "The sun can and does burn us, can even kill us if we stand out too long in it. However, there are some - like the guy that brought me into this life - that could stand out in the sun and not burn. Yeah, he smoked a little, but didn't burn. Stakes, come on? That would kill anyone. The reflection thing, that is tricky. Some of us cast no reflection... others..." She stopped there, taking a breath because she needed it more than he did currently, however, she had a feeling once she continued he would be the one breathless. "My reflection is something far more horrible. I call it a Dorian Grey reflection." Yes, it was fitting, her reflection looked like a decaying corpse. "I don't think you want the fine details of that, but if you know of the story I'm sure you could guess."

Then she went from disgusted to amused, garlic. She loved garlic, cooked with it often. "Garlic is BS, pure and simple. In fact, I use garlic quite often when I am cooking. And before you ask, I am a particular kind, I and others like myself can eat, but most others, they get sick if they even try. Some have learned to gain the ability, but it takes years of practice." She said, keeping to that low tone, every so often glancing around to make sure that they weren't being listened too. Thankfully though, everyone else, including the tramp from earlier was clearly in their own little world.