Birkin swallowed hard. If the night ended with him being found dead in a pit in the basement... Well, that would put a damper on things to say the least. He stood up, following closely behind Stein, half-wondering why he didn't just get a 'Through that door, fifth room on the right' or something. "Th-thank you. For letting me stay here tonight..." he mumbled.

The scientist chuckled a bit. "You know, when I originally brought up the idea of us having a drink together, this isn't quite what came to mind." If nothing else, he was figuring it would involve less kissing. And if anyone was going to be bleeding, he figured it would be some poor Licker or something, not himself.