"The locals aren't so bad, their just a little bitter because they've given up on everything." The figure spoke with a small smile as he looked at the bar tender. He stared back at first with a look of loathing, he had clearly heard what the man had said, but eventually he seemed to cave in and awkwardly broke the stare where he proceeded to clean glasses. "Worthless. No spine, no ambition, no drive." He said with a sigh, he sounded almost disappointed with what he saw.
"Your answer is very true." He said suddenly as and looked at the dark haired woman, "Its not the answer I'm looking for but it is true, people do use their bodies, but what I propose is something with more value, in fact its what my own business runs on." He sounded proud of his work, the music from the piano seemed to get louder for a moment letting the dark notes roll over the walls.
"I'm Dimitri." He said as the music faded back to its original volume. "Dimitri Harrow." He spoke as he reached into his pocket and pulling out a cell phone. "You needed a phone didn't you my dear?" He asked before placing it on the pianos smooth black surface, "Take it if you want, but why not stay for a minute and talk? I'd like to know your stories.".