"Don't take this as offensive, but... what's the catch? Trying to preserve your food supply? Or just don't like the competition?"
Although Godric's face betrayed no reaction to the comment, internally, he couldn't help but wince at the implied accusation in the statement. It was fair though. Godric knew that vampiric history didn't suggest much regard for humanity, and his own history certainly had been stained with much blood.
He took the briefest of seconds to gather his thoughts, and then began to focus on the other aspect of the man's conversation: The revelation that he was a wizard. Godric had little use for magic users in the past. It wasn't that he had any particular bias toward them, but rather had found things were just less complicated when they were left out of the picture. Witchcraft was a dangerous tool in the wrongs hands, and the problem with those drunk with the power it provided was that their intent to do good was often derailed by their own avarice.
Yet, it wasn't polite to judge.
"This might come as a shock to you, magic-user, but there are those of us in the realm of the vampires who do not wish to see humanity destroyed. It has nothing to do with competition or food, but rather a reverence for the living. Beings like us who have a knowledge of what else exists are not gifted, but cursed to know of the miserys of the supernatural. Humanity is the force that tethers us all to this world, and the glue that keeps it going. I don't wish to see that taken. I would rather my kind coexist with humans, so that they we can help them celebrate what we have lost: Life."