It was at one of her stops at The Blind Beggar, that another of the newer chosen was there. Michael had changed out of his suit before leaving the Coliseum, back into his street clothes. His color was a little better from having had a few bottles of the blood substitute since his arrival, still looking very, very pale. Pale enough to make the bruise across the left side of his face, and another showing from where his shirt was half open, very noticeable.

He had come in a few minutes after her, taking a seat at the bar and ordering a glass of red wine, of all things. Looking over once his drink was sat down, he had never met Natasha in his world, he had no idea he was sitting next to the Black Widow. In the bar, he didn't care so much about hiding his vampiric features. Those glowy red eyes catching watching a few people in the mirror, but drawn back to her.