Khalil smirked at Primal’s retort, practically purring with delight. He ran with a dangerous crowd, so threats of killing someone over “staring too hard” wasn’t necessarily jarring to him. If anything, it might be something to exploit. If the man was serious, that is.

“I do attract a bit of attention,” Khalil said with faux-modesty. There was nothing modest about the boast—his mutation caught stares of many varieties. Looks like the ones that Primal cast his way, all the way down to the silent, smoldering mutant-hating ire. Khalil was the first to sink into a seat, since wings and tail took some maneuvering (particularly in an intimate setting such as this). His wings were pressed tightly behind him, to prevent any uncomfortable pinching. His tail, all the while, was draped to one side, leaving space for Primal to nestle close to the red-skinned man. Khalil patted his seat, a forward “come hither” to his smaller friend.

Primal needed little encouraging to draw nearer, wrapping an arm around Khalils’ shoulders. Khalil absently kissed Primal’s temple, listening as his newfound friend explained a tidbit of Roman mythos.

“Every city had… a hearth?” Khalil clarified, intrigued.

“Can I get any drinks going?” a brassy voice cut through the lull of the music, a waitress standing at the mouth of the lounge area. Khalil raised a hand, to snag the attendant’s attention, before lightly touching Primal’s leg, “What’ll we have, sugar?”

Primal nodded his head in confirmation. He liked seeing that curious look on Khalil's face. It was both cute and entertaining at the exact same time.

He turned his attention to the waitress who was standing to the side of him. "Uh, mai tai for this beautiful creature and for me, a dragon tail." He ordered with a grin. Those were pretty fruity drinks, but he assumed that Khalil wouldn't mind it all that much. "We'll get food later." Primal added as he watched the waitress walk away. After she was gone, Primal turned his attention back to the devil that was sitting next to him. He wrapped his arm around Khalil's shoulders and leaned in a bit.

"So, how long can you fly for?"

"Mmm, mai tai," the red-skinned demon said approvingly, his tail flicking and curling as he lounged. Primal laid the rest of the order, and Khalil took the opportunity to nestle closer, a smile upon his lips. At least the man beside him had good taste.

"Depends on how fast I fly~" he trailed, running a taloned finger down Primal's shoulder, "It's kind of like endurance running. Slow and steady, and all that~ I can go for a few hours if I take it easy..."

Khalil brushed back a few strands of hair. Since they were taking this opportunity to ask questions about each other, he hazarded, "How did you come to possess such unique pets?"

Primal nodded his head as Khalil explained how he was able to fly. It was quite interseting to say the least. Being that he could communicate with animals, he actually never asked them how it felt to be them. Maybe he'll change that. Maybe not. "Hm...it's a bird, it's a plane. Nah, just a sexy a$$ demon." He chuckled deepy and moved his hand to Khalil's. Gods, he couldn't get over how beautifully mutated he was.

"The zoo," he said quickly, "I would love to get to know more about you." Primal purred before leaning down to kiss his hand. Those little kisses trailed up his forearm. "So handsome..."

A chuckle escaped Khalil, and he looked at Primal through his lashes, allowing the man to dote upon him and shower him with kisses. The narcissist loved to have affection and attention lavished upon him, and Primal seemed to be a willing contributor.

"Isn't that what we're doing?" Khalil teased, "Getting to know each other?"

And also, in Khalil's case, extorting unsuspecting young men for drinks. But that was besides the point. A coy, spade-tipped tail flicked and curled, and the firelight flickered in the demon's honey-gold eyes.

"So, they came from the zoo," Khalil reiterated, "Did you train them? Or do you have a gift?"

The word "gift" rolled pregnantly off his tongue, laden with all the necessary implications. "Gifted". As in, a mutation-bearing individual. The scarlet-skinned man would be decidedly more interested if he was in the company of the fellow mutant.

Primal moved his head from side to side in thought. "I guess it was what we're doing." He chuckled and let go of Khalil's hand once he made it to his shoulder. The things he wanted to do to this man.

When asked if they were a gift or he was gifted, Primal smirked and relaxed on the seat, "a gift. I have a way with animals that I'm sure is like no other." He whispered, winking at the sultry devil. "I've kind of made a packed with the animal kingdom." Primal said a bit cockily, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sort of their king."

Khalil listened as the man explained how he'd acquired his pets-- or, at the very least, alluded to them. He had a gift and was not, as Khalil had momentarily entertained, a zookeeper. That made him infinitely more worth Khalil's while, and not just some human to be played.

"Of all the animals to go for," Khalil mused, leaning closer, "You chose wild ones... that's very audacious of you... what compelled you to do that, I wonder? A love of danger?"

Primal was boasting about his power, and Khalil was playing the part of an interested companion. He was also, however, sizing the man up. When you belonged to certain criminal outfits like the scarlet-skinned man did, you were always keeping your eyes open for... well, busienss ventures. New blood. A connection.

Or perhaps he was just looking to have fun, and was stoking Primal's ego in an attempt to get the embers of his interest to flicker to life.

The waitress returned with drinks.

"Here we are, boys," she said in that nasaly, brassy voice of hers. Coasters were set-out near the fire, and drinks were deposited. Khalil was delighted to see that his drink looked appropriately fruity, "Give me a holla if ya need anything else."

Khalil leaned forward, lifting his drink. He proffered the glass to Primal, silently requesting a toast.

"To seizing the day," he purred.