“There's nothing much to it,” he chuckled, rather humorous when he's high I noted, “As you saw that day, I'm a vampire. I've been here for at least 400 years the last time I counted, and I stopped counting at least a decade or two…or four ago.”
I nodded, “I figured. That's probably why the plant didn't work on you,” I added.
“Precisely.”
“Is that also why you're so grumpy all the time?” I asked.
He stayed silent for a while, staring at me with lazy, red eyes, “Is that all you see me as? An angry, crazy brute?”
“I mean I'm still quite grateful that you're allowing me to stay here and haven't killed me. If someone tried to kill me and betrayed me after I let them into my home, I would have killed them on the first trial,” I admitted.
“So should I kill you?” His lips returned to a stra
