"It is still the same. It is basic advice. I used to follow a few basic rules like that. With an exception to the cold, my anger came with the lust for blood instead." He was definitely full of tricks. She could hear his heart struggling though. "You'll find that mine is throbbing as well, so much so that with the proper baiting I'm sure I would blush like an innocent maid. But I would not classify myself among the living." The blood of his brother still stormed through her veins. It was still a rush. Almost like a drug. "We are just a two different kinds of dead. But I have also been dead for twelve hundred years." Bryn still wouldn't' call it 'old hat' though. There was always room to learn new things.