Storm, in actuality, didn't want. He was bad with words, most of the time, and really he'd only raised his glass because he thought it was the 'classy' thing to do - and that, therefore, Cade would be the type to do it. So when Cade made that comment before his toast, the human couldn't help but stare miserably for a few seconds. But the vampire was waiting, and so Storm offered a small smile, following with his own toast: "And to you, Grandpa, and whatever weird curiosity of yours that I piqued enough to turn you into my personal tour guide." He sipped, and then added: "Can we never do that again, please."

He sat in silence as Cade relayed their orders, and then smiled at the comment about chocolate cravings. Maybe in the past, that would have been true of him. But while he still enjoyed chocolate, the only real cravings he had now were for the sweet metallic tang of a vampire's blood. Naturally, he wasn't going to say that, though, and so he instead followed Cade's gaze, nodding. "Yeah, the weather does seem nice."

The topic changed then, and the next question took him a little off-guard. Usually, when he said Storm was his name, not just a nickname, people stopped questioning. Of course, he didn't think any of them were stupid enough to believe that his parents had given him the name from birth, but it at least got them off his case. Cade, though... well, Storm had already noted the vampire's curiosity, both mentally and verbally. He supposed he couldn't really blame him.

"I was born during a cyclone," he told Cade, leaning back, eyes dropping to watch as his fingers twisted together on the tabletop. "In Australia. So, Storm." He smiled wryly, looking back up a moment later. "I'm gonna guess you haven't always been Cade, either."