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Ah, desperation and lust. Was there a better combination for his prey to have? These modern day dance clubs were such easy hunting grounds that Phoenix found he struggled with narrowing down the choices for his target of the night. It used to be struggling to find someone in general if he wanted more than just slipping into a dream. But now both forms of pleasure were open to him without issue and he grinned as he reached for his drink, eyes on a pretty little thing dancing with another.

He frowned when his fingers didn't find the glass and looked over to see a man enjoying it instead. Ah, desperation and loneliness--just as good as lust. Maybe even better since now he didn't even need to leave his spot at the bar. He loved when prey came to him. "Does taking my drink count as buying you one?" Phoenix put on a charming smile and took a moment to take in his target. He wasn't picky; how could he be when sex helped keep him alive? But he did like what he was seeing and that was always a perk.

"I'm Phoenix. I know, odd, right? But it fits since Greenbrooke is a new beginning for me and nor many would be able to pronounce my given name." Not that he would ever share his real name. Names had power, especially over the fae, and no one was going to control him again, even if it meant pretending he was a mage mingling with humans.