Mircea shrugged. "I guess. It's hard to want to stay in a place that has bad energy, you know? Not in a metaphysical sense. I just mean... I dunno, that energy from other people. Cultural energy, maybe?"
"What, really?" From what he knew from various travel programs and old foreign cookbooks, it was a pretty finicky recipe. A lot of cleaning was involved. It seemed like a pretty big favor, though it seemed like a fairly sincere offer. "Alright, maybe I'll see if I can find someone with a black market edible birds nest hookup." Someone at The Long Way Down ought to be able to get their hands on such a thing, right?
He nodded, "Pretty close. I think Books & Bins was still a wreck when you got here." That had been an undertaking.
"My parents were human."That was strange to think about, somehow. At this point it was hard to think of himself as human, even though he'd spent so much time around them, helping them accomplish their goals. He'd been a vampire over seventeen times longer than he'd been human. Still, part of him felt she was owed an apology. Not from him, but... "Condolences on your losses. On behalf of the race I used to be."