Bill was mentally shaking his head in disappointment. He was not so kindly reminded as to the reasons why he didn't associate with magic users. Egos aside, they had little respect for those of the nonhuman variety. (Of course, the same could be said in opposite fashion of most vampires, but Bill didn't figure himself into that category.) Who would, when trying to make a case for themselves?
It was plainly obvious, though. He didn't fit into this trio. There was no niche for him.
But then he was reminded of Nan's insistence that there be some level of cooperation between the American Vampire League and the other supernatural residents of York. Even if that cooperation was merely surface deep. The vampires were trying to uphold a certain reputation of wanting to be productive members of society. What betters means of swaying the norm than by gaining favor of the preternatural.
Hardly worth putting up with this man's shit, Bill thought to himself.
"I only came to ensure Molly's safety arriving home. If she no longer needs me, then I will take my leave of you all."
Gladly, he wanted to add. But Bill was brought up better than that.