“People who disagree with you generally are,” he chuckled, opting not to take offense. It was rare that he did, which was probably another trait that qualified as annoying. “For someone who wants to dive in head first changing the structure of the entire world, you sure are good about testing the water over something as comparatively trivial as a job.”
He toyed with his menu, but it was a matter of restless energy rather than any need to look over the selection. Most Hunters were more prone to being still. He had that ease of movement that came second-nature after a lifetime of harsh training but some of the mannerisms were notably absent. It was a matter of this second life which he had chosen for himself bleeding into the first, which had been his supposed destiny.
“Who’s to say we don’t? That’s a part of why I was recruited. To work with the vamp covens we have working alliances with if they have any sort of trouble—they don’t need the Hunters here. But they don’t exactly all have handy little blogs advertising for our intervention. And then it gets morally fishy. If I work with a vampire and my parents are Hunters, am I expected to kill my own mother?”