"It may shock you to discover that we vampires still tend to appreciate a comfortable home. It's not all grave dirt and spider webs, you know. I came shopping for pillows. I needed some new ones."
The electronic doors at the front of the door slid open, allowing the duo to walk into the uninspired flourescent lights of the store. Godric looked around, getting his bearings.
"I understand your frustration with young wizards and their abuse of magic. Newborn vampires are equally petulant and abusive of their abilities. Whereas I find that moments such as this, where I am able to do the mundane, are where I can truly find a sense of self. For many who are living in the world of the supernatural, there is this urge to step as far into that identity as possible. But the truth remains, if we do not connect to the world we inhabit, there's no sense seperating ourselves. How can you be special in a world in which you don't even take part? I admire you, sir...for calling a mechanic, and for not taking your skills for granted."