[The smile turned into a line that was a hint sharp. He couldn't really say he fought vampires anymore. Mostly he died, then resurrected, then died again.]
Adjusting's a good word for it. [The line faded, turning a little more casual. He'd like to not have to talk about vampires for once. Even considering the present company.] It's not as bad as I thought it'd be. I mean, whiskey and costume parties. Not the worst prison.