Knives sighed harshly as he watched the others move throughout the room, handing put various glasses filled to the brim.

Of course, to everyone there, it was obvious they were all vampires, Knives included. And that the glasses weren't filled with wine, but with blood.

His head lulled to the side boredly as he stared at the door. Being a vampire came with features, whether wanted or not, especially his sense of smell.

Which is how he knew a human was close.