Izzy took a long drag on his cigarette and tried not to think about the implications of all of this. This was difficult, since they were coming at him hard and fast and he really wanted to completely lose his cool. "Izzy. And I suppose I'll take your word on that one," his voice came out a bit shaky.
At least there wasn't anyone else here. Just himself, a vampire, and the unshakable feeling that this wasn't going to end well for either of them. It was then that he started to hear other voices, other feet. Either they weren't alone, or, "Things is just weird, you know, sir? World's not rational." For the sake of caution, he picked up the fire poker.