Enzo could tell that Gretel wanted to laugh. That she was holding back. She could have laughed. He would have if the tables were turned, but he had seen and dealt with a lot in Mystic Falls, so the whole dying and coming back thing just didn’t phase him and he knew any kind of awkwardness would go away. Revenge, though, that was something else.
“There’s nothing to ask. People die within the walls of the hotel and they come back to life. It sounds like a typical day in Mystic Falls.” If he hadn’t seen it or experienced it then, yeah, he would have had questions about it, but it was nothing new to him so he was more than happy to move right along and talk about something else.
“What is normal to you?” He really had no idea what she meant by normal. It could mean a billion things. “Does normal mean how much do I need before I turn into a blood thirsty monster? That’s not how it works where I’m from. I can survive on a shot glass of blood a day. Survive being the keyword. I need more than that to keep up my strength. Food and alcohol curbs off the craving, but I still need blood daily. But, you don’t need to worry about my hunger. I already have somebody giving me blood.” And now it was his turn to ask a question. “Is that why I smell blood on you? Were you helping the new vampire?”