Mircea snorted. "On all levels. Actually, you're fairly unusual in that I haven't pissed you off yet." She might just be one of those kinds of people. Some people weren't bothered by him, and she seemed just odd enough to fall into that category, what with the leaves and the jabbing and the philosophical questions.
"I think if you look up murder in a dictionary, you'll find that in general, premeditated killing anyone is murder, independent of the reason. You can justify it all you want, but murder is murder." Probably a strange sentiment coming from a vampire, but he never took a life for his own benefit if he could help it. But for the benefit of others, in war, and for the greater good, sure. But he'd also never let the Guillotine blade go himself. "But then I guess, if you're counting war as a premeditation, I guess you can call me a murderer. I dunno," he sighed, "It's all very sticky. You live so long, you kinda hope you'll witness humanity move past that whole thing. But then a century comes and goes and you're like, 'Well that was exactly the same as the last one, what now?'"
He laughed. "Good to know, I guess." But from her expression, he was certain it would be good to know such a thing ahead of time. He had a funny feeling like she meant it.