Her surprise and shock should have caught him off guard, or at very least given him pause, but Jeremiah just nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders before speaking up. "I don't play with my food, darling." His tone was so causal, so 'matter of fact' like that it spoke of his whole view of the living population. "Don't get me wrong, I found some talented folks and whatnot, even had a hell of a lot of respect for a few of the artists I performed with...but when it all boils down, well they are just fucking cattle."
Top of the food chain. In Miah's mind all those walking talking blood bags were beneath his notice for the most part. After all the majority of them were nothing more then a source of blood. Sure he had taken a shining to a few over the decades, but even then those few had simply been upgraded from meal to some sort of entertaining pet. Hell he always just figured that Letha had viewed him along the same lines back in his mortal day, but that she had chosen to elevate him to being so much more. She had saved him from such a mundane and short lived life...and the view from the top was beyond compare.
"May have partied with some of the more interesting ones, but mostly that just helped kill time between sets...plus honestly bad as I missed ya for the decades, well I knew I'd be back by your side. We got nothing but time, all of it more or less, so had no problem just waiting till I was back in your arms, darling." With a soft smile he shrugged again, before he leaned back in his chair and rested his feet up upon the porch railing. It probably should have bothered him, his view on the human race, but after decades of feeding and killing them...well it was just easier to view them as cattle. After all it wasn't as if a vampire could ever go vegan.