<p>Xavier was far from foolish; he was acutely aware of your existence, even in the midst of a bustling crowd, with people milling about and the heavy bass vibrating through the walls. He took the wine glass from his mouth, placing it down on the table with a gloved hand. His gaze was focused and keen as he observed your approach, navigating the throng as you made your way toward the club's private quarters he oversaw. The scent of your blood, which you had shed from your palm when you sliced it earlier as a lure, was unmistakable to him.</p> <p>A slight smirk crossed his face as he descended from his exclusive perch, cutting a path through the dense crowd in pursuit of you. Stepping into the private room, his senses intensified. Confronted with you directly, he noted that your blood bore a distinct signature unlike that of any other Vampire Hunter he had come across. He regarded this as both amusing and perilous.</p>