It's Mason's turn to get the awkward serious stare as the bartender actually complies, handing over a glass with some iced blood in it.

"Ahh, cheers?"

More of that 'I can't believe these vampires' look.

"No? Oh...kay."

He takes a sip while turning to his companion.

"Well, not quite like taking it fresh but hey, I got what I asked for."

He continues the occasional sip as if he were, for all intents and purposes, having a glass of scotch.