He's played the part before; it went along with the job in Cardiff. It's been a bit for him though, ever since the bloke who'd been kidnapping Weevils for fights, so maybe he's more rusty that he suspected he'd be. Owen follows her back, away from the crowd to a slightly more private area, but manages to take a second of appreciation for Faye's choice of outfit tonight. She may just be playing a part to avoid suspicion, but that doesn't mean he's not allowed to look.

At least for a moment, before she starts in on just why she's phoned him.

"Right, so. Vampire," Owen says, keeping his voice low just in case anyone does happen to pass by. He manages a quick glance over Faye's shoulder.

"So which one is it? Any idea yet?"