Mitch listened with his eyebrows raised in interest, doing his best to imagine times a century ago and what it might be like to lose a lover in war and then... create a fledgling the next night? Talk about rebound. The mention of denying who he truly was struck a chord within him, though, and he tilted his head thoughtfully, somewhat disappointed when Liam changed the subject and put the attention back onto him.
"A bar in Tokyo, eighteen years or so ago," he answered with a smile, rubbing Liam\'s chest and abdomen a little more meaningfully as his lust continued to reignite. "Well, not Risk, exactly, I\'ve only been coming here for about eight or so years - give or take a barring-by-apocalypse. But I met my first vampire in Tokyo. He was American and told me \'bout the hottest spots for finding undead. I\'ve hopped a few, whenever I\'ve stopped round the world."
Once he\'d concluded his tale, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Liam\'s shoulder, kissing his way along the coolish flesh towards the vampire\'s collar bone. He rose up onto one elbow as he did, curling a leg over his lover\'s and rubbing it suggestively, his green eyes beginning to sparkle mischievously. With his newfound perspective, it was easy enough to lean down and lap at a nipple, flicking the small nub with the tip of his tongue in between murmuring a new message.
"Wouldn\'t mind hopping you, soon."