"I think that can be arranged," Damon murmured, glancing at the woman he'd been dancing with. Reaching out, he took the human's hand in his, giving her a flirtatious glance, before tilting his head toward the bouncer whose job it was to keep the undesireables out of the hallowed space.

"Let me just chat with Paolo over there. Give me a moment...."

Not that the bouncer would say no to him, even without a little influencing, but it didn't help to have the prey think you'd done something special for them.