Tea with Bats (Aramil)

"Thank you." He said, tersely, as the waiter turned to go. Picking up his teacup with sure fingers, he pushed his pinkie finger up as he raised it to his lips, holding the saucer under it, on the off-chance that any tea would be spilled. Having sipped the imported artisan tea delicately, he returned the cup and saucer to its place on the table, covered in a blue-and-white flowered tablecloth with a soft clink.

Don't look now, but Kronos Krull, General in Chief of the Sgaithte Airforce and Ruthless Dragonlord was sipping tea.

He didn't smack his lips, (respectable, high-born people just didn't do that, especially not in public) but he did taste every bit of flavor the tea leaves provided him with with a faraway expression. Making a the decision, he reached into his pocket and withdrew a vial with a red liquid inside. Unscrewing the lid, he carefully dribbled a bit of the thick, syrup-y red stuff into his teacup.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the only one who enjoyed blood with his tea and a vampire bat landed on the table next to him, daringly advancing on his teacup while still remaining a safe distance from the Dragonlord's hands. Kronos was a bit surprised, but waved his hand at the bat.

"Shoo!"

The bat merely blinked at him, staring him down, bold-as-you-please.

"Shoo!" Kronos repeated, waving his napkin at him this time. Nothing. Escalating the situation, Kronos drew back his lips, revealing his fangs, and hissed at the creature, his face contorting into a mask much scarier than the one he usually wore. There was a beat, and then the bat hissed and showed him his own fangs.

Kronos stared at him, non-plussed. This was the first living being to look him full in the eyes without fear since...well, since he had been turned, but even before then, few people and and no animals could spend any length of time with him without eventually getting intimidated, but this critter just stood there looking at him, begging, without a trace of shame.

"Fine, you little bastard." The vampire grumbled, dropping a few drops of blood from his vial into his saucer and pushing it towards the bat, who lapped it up, greedily.