Good for him, Dabi doesn't notice. Not that he'd care if Mayerling was paying for shit he stole; that's the vampire's prerogative. He came out the better deal: got something "for free" and kept his "money" in the process. At least he didn't yoink a noticeable handful, rather skimmed off the top, so to speak.

The houses in their various states of health and dilapidation are an interesting statement of the city before them. Dabi's had similar thoughts to what the buildings could tell them. He's got a few haunts he frequents, but only one mainstay that to his knowledge, no one by him knows about. "If ya wanna put in the effort." He's not a handyman.

"Ya seem like you'd be more interested in "shoppin" at the Luminerium; they got a large blood bank in there, from donations and salvages." Might as well drop that little hint, just to see what comes of it. "I got a few more stops. If ya headin out, then scram. Pretty sure I'll see ya again." This place has a way to shove people together over time. Sleepers in particular.