Marcus raised an eyebrow at the man but quickly glanced at the other end of the room where a few Vampires I didn’t know were lounging about, engorging themselves on the blood that was being given to them. One of them, a young looking man who had spikes for hair, dyed green, with an equally punkish look with his tank top with a metal band on it. He scrunched his nose and narrowed his eyes at Frederick. "That’s rude, dude. Why you gotta point the blame, old man," the obvious American punkish accent was obvious considering how often I have heard of it lately. "Not everyone has the "luxury’ to hear some castle’s song."