"...Once in a while. More often it's an abandoned garage or something." He stops swinging to look over his blade. "My cousin does it with style, I guess, but I never could pull that off." Connor wasn't always this shabby and disheveled, but he's never been good at playing a gentleman.

He stops and takes another swig of scotch, and that does seem to be relaxing him just a little. It's making him more talkative, anyway. "I guess vampires do fight dirty... anything that'll go through the chest..." It's a reflective tone, because he went vampire hunting recently. With another vampire. That makes it okay, right?