"You tried to use a fire poker to break down a door?" He raised an eyebrow. He wasn't entirely sure whether the vampire was telling the truth or not, but assumed that if he was lying or had somehow deluded himself into believing that he couldn't leave, all the better to get him to stay in one place.
Leaning against the wall, Izzy fished in his pocket and brought out a tin of cigarettes and a book of matches. He needed something to help him digest this sanely. "Hope you don't mind," he said as he lit one. "What's your name, anyway? Since we're here."