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Heyen put the medical kit beside her, looking at the revealed skin she had exposed. With a nod he agreed. "I was just always used to treating wounds half-naked - whether it be me or someone else.." He muttered, again. For a moment he looked up at her, caught her face with his eyes then smiled. "But I was really hoping to see you half-naked." It was a little lie. He hadn't really thought about it, but now that he had time he did.

He let the dabs absorb some of the ointment before applying it lightly over her skin. It would burn a little but clean the area. He was only running it around her, careful not to really poke into her skin. One or two pokes were more than enough.

"You said that Drow's hate females?" He questioned, blowing at the wound before poking a thread into the needle. "This might hurt.." He warned, waiting for her to ready herself while he stitched her up. "Why's that? I know little of Drow's. I know what they are, but I don't know about them..nor..their language." He added, recalling the words like 'Rothen' back from their feud.

He slowly forced the needle into one side of her skin, and worked on moving to the other. That was the initial start. Now for the rest he would have to repeat this while looping it so that the wound begins to close. To her the part that probably hurt most was when he forced the needle through her skin, but it had to be done. The entire time as well he listened to every word, never losing attention.

"A world where the women rule the men..how kinky. Maybe I should pay some sort of visit so long as they have their way with me." Heyen chuckled softly. The thought was arousing but he knew that it wouldn't be the world he would want. After all, what kind of man would want to run away from a world like that? Mitsuki did say they were cruel, and they must be to have housed and raised such a man like that Drow.

He was already halfway in sticking her while she continued on her explanation. But the tone of her voice caused him to lift his gaze to her face. "You sound sad about that. Sure he may hate females because of his past but his actions can't be truly justified; he could have killed you. In this place, an act like that would only put you in the league as the same as Northea--" He quickly stopped his sentence right then, remembering he was not allowed to talk about it.

With a final sigh he finally finished stitching her wound tightly. "There. I would think that you would heal in a mere four to five days, but be sure to wash and rinse it." He advised, taking a stand. "Listen, that's more than enough for you tonight. Go home, get some rest. Don't worry about working for the next two or three days. Come back only when you think you can, alright?"

Heyen had given her a hug back, savoring the feel of it. It was welcoming and it felt rather nice since it was so friendly. Different than the times he's held other woman. But that was another matter..

He gathered everything back up, and discarded what needed to be discarded. Without Mitsuki life in the tavern would be rather boring. He would probably pick up a couple of beautiful ladies to lift his spirits but that was it. Once he was outside he looked around the room, noticing that Mitsuki had already left. She was either tired or rather happy to be off. He'll pay her yet, since the injury was during work hours and he would feel guilty if she needed the money for whatever reason. She did need a vacation..

The Incubus moved back to his usual spot, and stared at one empty seat. "..That man did not pay.." Heyen muttered to him. Through the whole confusion the cloaked individual must have taken off. He should have expected that.. "I was right to be suspicious. Damn it!..*sigh* Well, nothing lost really. He only had a couple of drinks."

"What a lovely girl we have...exceptionally young-looking..beautiful pale skin, a mesmerizing walk..yes, many would instantly fall for you.." Heyen spoke out, suddenly sitting on the bar counter with one leg crossed over his other knee.

He was but inches away from what he already knew to be a vampire. It didn't make things hard for him to know. The smell, their walk..and many more. But this certain one did not seem to be much of a seductress, so he figured her to be somewhat of a recent one.

He turned towards her, his gray eyes keeping their ever lasting charm as he offered her a gentle and warming grin that often left human females to marvel not only at his sight, but sometimes even move into his arms. He did not expect her to fall victim to her own kind's power, however. "Can I get you anything?" His voice was just as gentle as his look, his matching gray hair falling just inches above his shoulder.

Her answers were pleasing enough, and he never lost the care of his lips as she continued to reply. As her head canted, his head did, merely mirroring her.

"I've many of a variety," He replied, turning to look at his own display. "From different places, and some even specially made from different mixtures.." He answered with a slow nod before returning to gaze at his tavern.

He had other people working for him, but it lacked real meaning without his own Mitsuki. It was a shame..but she did need her rest.

After the fight last evening he had to clean the blood off the floor that had spilled, and the table had to be replaced as well as the window. But it was to be. His attention turned to the vampiric female, and he handed her a menu that he kept on their opposite side. "You're a full vampire, aren't you?" He suddenly blurted out.

"Strong, huh?" He muttered, "Well, there's nothing for you to worry about. After all, liquor does not satisfy a vampire's thirst, nor do they fell it's affects, but I know just the thing.." Like he had told her earlier, this tavern had specialties. Even for ones such as her.

In a quick and blurred motion Heyen moved from where he once sat to his own display. As he reached for a bottle he turned to answer her question with the same smile he had when he met her. "I am an Incubus, my dear.." He pivoted on his foot, his movements quick, but looking slow to the norms, forming images of his movements within each step or motion. "With other traits.." He added, pouring her a class of what looked to be called 'Soulless Ectasy'. Two silohouttes marked the brand, one feminine body romantically thrown back in the arms of the male shadow that seemed to reaching down to bite at her neck. It was obviously a vampiric design.

He only poured half of her cup, not wanting to push it. "This is specially made for your kind. It won't be tasteless like every other liquor; in fact it would be so familiar to blood. I do hope you have confidence in holding your liquor." He advised, offering her the cup. To humans this was lethal, not only because of the mixtures that were in it, but because of the blood that was also used. Humans were likely to die, but for one such of her kind it would be a drink that would cut your senses, warm their cold body from within, and send her in waves of disorientation if pushed.

"I see you like it. Here, I'll give you more." He poured her another cup, but filled it to three-fourths.

The rain echoed through the tavern as it beat on the roof, and many people decided to stay rather than leave. He could hear the whistling of the wind from within, and he idly turned to see the rain fall from outside.

"We haven't had a storm like this in a long time. I didn't see the forecast predict this. Oh well, more business for me!" Heyen beamed, standing on the counter of his bar and shouting to his tavern. "Who's up for another drink?! Raise your hand up high and shout it out!"

And just like puppets they did what he wanted, shouting a 'Hurrah!' to mix it up. His waitresses and waiters had it hard then, having been called by several people all at once. "..Hmm..I might have to leave you for a moment or two...Hmm, I didn't catch your name." He said, embarrassed as he looked down at her from where he was.