Mulled Wine
Strawberry blond hair falls in the man's eyes as he ladles hot spiced wine from a steaming cauldron. Your mouth waters at the powerful scent. His eyes catch yours, and a single snaggle fang mars his perfect smile.
"Here, come and try!" he says, offering a mug. You pay him, and sip cautiously. The rich sweetness of claret mingles with cloves and cinnamon, and it burns away the chill. He nods proudly as he takes another mug from beneath the counter and takes a sip himself. Hot redness trickles down his own lips.
His mug does not smell like wine.