"Hey. I know there are different types of vampire around. Are you the sort that gets affected by symbols of faith?"
Godric was impressed. Not only was this Dresden character a magic user, but he was particularly well-informed. There were vampires who weren't even aware that there were different vampire races. Many of the newborns thought that theirs was the only bloodline, and most lived good centuries before they knew otherwise. Godric had lived long enough to know that there were several variances and ruling bodies of the various vampire communities. Although he was quite aware of the lineage of Akasha, he had little interaction with them. He had much respect for her progeny, as they were some of the very few in vampiric history who rivaled him in age. The others, the newer breeds, were alternativelt the essence of the movie monster. This made sense. Ever since that idiot Dracula spilled the beans on his specific bloodline, the world at large thought that they were the definitive vampire.
...and then there were the sparkly ones. They were rare, and no one really liked to talk about them.
Godric shuddered at the mere thought of the disco abominations.
"Sorry," the vampire said, "Got a little mentally sidetracked. You may use your object of faith. It will have no effect on me. Indeed, I was already old by the time the Carpenter King was born new."
Godric was curious to see what the wizard had up his sleeve. He'd heard of the rescuing power of faith, but he'd never seen it patch up a busted radiator.