There happens to be a French dandy watching her as she descends the stairs. This one still is a vampire, for what it matters.

He regards her with curiosity as she approaches the bar, then, still, as she seats herself in the booth behind his. He takes a sip of his dinner, amused.

"A little old for dolls, aren't you?" He asks coolly, not standing, or turning to look over the back of the booth.