Clancy huffed, giving her an annoyed look. "Really, this is quite silly. Why would I be a vampire? Why would a vampire bring you coffee and doughnuts and listen to you plot how to figure him out? Or her out as the case may be. Truly, what are the odds that a vampire - which, if vampires even exist, would be a rare creature - would walk up to you in a park and introduce itself? You are not seeking truth. You are paranoid. You cannot even allow a gentleman to treat you as a friend. But if that is the path your obsession shall take you, than so be it! Good night, Kitty. Truly, your curiosity shall kill you." He tipped his hat in a jerky fashion and strode off, nose in the air.
He did not stop until he was out of sight in the darkness then let out a sigh. Rather overdramatic, but needed perhaps. How droll. Perhaps he would return, or perhaps for his own safety, he should let her be. In time, she would get bored and have to stop. Of course, vampires were not the only supernatural creatures out there willing to kill. It was possible she would meet one in her quest for a vampire. How unfortuneate, but highly likely. He straightened his little bow tie and continued on to a restaurant where he did indeed have a date. One who enjoyed a little "necking."