Once the eight hours is up, though, Vena is hoping to entice the young man away for at least a few moments while his crew packs up. Or maybe longer if he can talk Levi into sending his crew off on their way once they've finished with their catering for the day. Let him help him crew at the end of this job and then keep the food boy here without them. There are ways around Levi wanting to stay professional while he's here for the next eight hours.

Or however long it ends up being before there's no one but Vena left standing. Though he won't tire in that time, the rest of them are perfectly human, unfortunately.

Once they reach the bar only to find that it is, indeed, rather unoccupied, Vena takes a seat on one of the barstools and solidifies the fact that he has no intention of returning to the man waiting for him on the couch any time soon (though it's likely that the middle aged man will find his way over to Vena before too long. Vena has spent so much time with him and they've fucked often enough that the poor man's mind has been entirely infected by the incubus. Vena's power burrowed it's way into his brain and now he can think of nothing other than the petite young man lounging at the bar). No, he'd far prefer to watch the comings and goings of the lovely food truck boy.