Ah, so it hadn't turned out well after all. He hoped a friend or something hadn't died. Emil's end of the conversation had sounded much like the concerned friend of someone that might have had alcohol poisoning, at least to Bill's ears. Still, if Emil did not wish to talk about it, then it was best not to talk about that.
He turned to the waitress as she brought him the tea, giving her a small smile. Cream in tea? Yuck. But he supposed some people liked that kind of tea. Well, tea lattes weren't that bad, actually, but he rather did prefer to not have earl grey, and that was the only type of good tea latte he had had, at least here.
"I'm fine," he gave her a small smile, feeling a little self conscious for still holding Emil's hand. He gently let go to pour his tea, trying to make it look natural. Why had he held it so long, anyway? It had been fine until they had had an audience…
He watched Sydney depart with a smile before turning back to Emil, allowing his tea to cool before drinking it.
"Oh, um…I'm sorry for…whatever it was," he continued their conversation lamely, trying to remember what they were talking about before. Oh yes! Art!
"So…this jack of all arts thing…what is it, then, if you're not an art dealer?" he asked curiously, holding his mug gently. The tea was still nearly boiling, causing the cup to warm almost uncomfortably.
"Are you like…an actor or singer or whatever someone needs you to be at any given time? I mean…I'm sure you probably have a lot of experience, given your age and everything. I mean…I don't want to assume or anything, but…it seems like you would, you know?" Bill babbled a little bit, trying mostly to cover up his abrupt dropping of Emil's hand or simply the fact that he held it way too long.
He wasn't sure, exactly, how he felt about the vampire now. He respected him, that much was for certain. But he wasn't sure how he should feel. Emil wasn't exactly a friend, but he wasn't someone that William felt the need to suck up to all the time, either. He wasn't a business partner, either, though they might be working together to find his brother, he didn't know yet. Emil had mentioned it, at least.
He didn't know how he felt about Emil…but he knew that he wanted to keep speaking with him. He had a feel that the other man would be willing to impart at least some of his wisdom and stories upon Bill, and he would take anything he could get when it came to that. Vampires lived so long…their life stories must be fascinating. He bet Emil had dined with Shakespeare and the queen of England at least once in his lifetime. How amazing would that be?