"Their scent intoxicating and delectable. Like a fine wine, or rich steak, it pulled Damon in with its siren call. As usual for his Friday evenings, he sat at his VIP table in the Brimstone and Poison, his most popular bar and nightclub. A figure had walked past his table, their pheromones making him break his ever so controlled vigil." “Oliver, bring me that one. Don’t make me wait.”

"With a bow Oliver pulled back." “Right away sir.” "He said as he headed towards his quarry. Stepping in front of user’s path Oliver holds out an arm." “Come, someone wishes to see you.” "Oliver says firmly, as he looms over you."