That was... different. He didn't expect that type to be... cordial. The last vampires Julian had known were warring against his tribe in Golden Gate Park. Casualties on both sides, but in the end, the pack had won the caern. Because of his age, Julian had been shielded from the battles themselves, protected. Ulric's decision, to save the pups. To let them grow stronger.
He knew he didn't have the strength to be on his own. That was why he'd sought out humans, a human life, human contacts. A place away from the wars and the other side of his existence. He'd thought York was that place.
Wow, was he turning out to be wrong.
"Evening," he echoed, giving a slight nod of his own head. He shut the trunk want paused, waiting to see if the man had more to say.