"True... but how would you know." He teased back. Arik could be on the brink of death with his sire or sire's sire standing over him threatening him to compel her or die and he would choose death. He was not of some super high moral standing, but he had compelled enough humans in his lifetime that he realized he preferred it when they could think for themselves rather than just follow directions. Of course, back then the directions usually were 'don't scream.'
"Hm, I'm not sure an old man like me could handle such a program." Arik chuckled and pet her hair. "Thank you. Even though I am officially cutting down on how often I work."
Back in his human years, Arik was more than some human. Him and his Hunter family were a rarity amongst the underground. The Watcher Council had even studied his parents for several years to understand how they could possible have two children also gifted with their abilities. The only chance he had ever had to really participate in his era was when he snuck off to a jazz club or was off fighting the war. "I can do that. All you need is a good partner to be good at dancing."