Honestly, Trevor couldn't give a shit about the weather. He'd not been here long enough to realize the rare treat it was, to see the sun shining down through a cloudless sky. It was hot and he was hungry, that's all he knew. Maybe he should have kept those little shorts he'd been anonymously gifted, to change into when his belly was full and his mood lighter as it is now, this thick cloak is going to become a burden eventually.

"Ah, right then. Sorry." The Vampire Hunter turned around, a sad, pathetic look on his face as he was just about to wander off like a vagrant and beg at another table when Peter continued to talk after a short pause. His pale blue eyes sparkled as his expression lifted, turning back around and raising a brow. "We can? God yes, thank you, I could eat a scabby rat I'm that hungry." Taking a seat across from his new tanned savior, Trevor shrugged his cloak off and visibly sighed in relief. "Ah, yes, just arrived earlier today in fact. Strange kinda place, not yet sure if I've been cursed or I'm dead maybe."