There were a lot of incentives for him to be discreet. It was easier to avoid doing anything questionable or that would raise scrutinizing eyebrows. Isak always maintained a pristine reputation no matter how nefarious he tended to be in his private life. After all, they all had their own methods of rising to power. Isak, unfortunately, was no exception in this turbulent city of vice. However, some things wouldn’t change no matter many good wishes or tip-toeing around the subject. Isak needed to consume blood to live.
He preferred his to be of the human variety, never a fan of his vegetarian coven mates. It wasn’t to his tastes and certainly, never quenched his barbarous urges. The truth was at some point he had killed for his meals however, due to recent times and moral consciousness he found that no longer an option. He, instead, went to the next best thing: a willing participant that was profiting from his meal. Despite everything, he still wants to maintain his secrecy -- his discretion, his sole priority in these types of arrangements -- finding a hotel that was paid enough to know they would be bending over backward to ensure his anonymity, booked under an alias and the human contacted to meet him at the designated time. A lot of hoops but he was the mayor, after all. Public opinion, regrettably, mattered quite a bit especially among the non-human populations. “Sorry, I kept you waiting. I got held up.” He says as he enters the hotel room, closing the door behind him.
“An unexpected last-minute inconvience popped up and needed to be taken care of. Did you order room service or anything? I instructed the front desk to give you whatever you liked so hopefully, you took advantage of that?”
