Sergio seemed to be rather quiet from one time to another, but Donatello was used to it, the way someone would either stare at him or stumble over words when they spoke to him. Especially if he was interested in them. He was, after all, the essence of human sexuality, the embodiment of desire, like the rest of his kind. Very few succubi and incubi lived around him, though, and the last one living nearby had just left the city of he recalled that sleepy conversation correctly. He wasn't entirely territorial, though, not like some wild animal---he respected his kind, as they respected him, and really, there was no shortage of humans in such a large city. Especially since Donatello had such a specific preference.

Sergio's offer did have Donatello thinking. He didn't have to eat as much as a human, since his energy and health came from humans. But he did love certain human foods, and sweet things were among them. Perhaps it was why the name of the club really stuck out for Donatello. A sugared pear was delicious, like candy. He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "You know... these places are just full of choices. I would be hard-pressed not to try whatever's your first choice." The young man did look like he knew his way around the menu presented at the club, and would have his favorites. And Donatello wouldn't be able to decide, really.