A vampire could make more of itself? He supposed that wasn't too different than Davy Jones' men turning to sea creatures like himself once they were prisoners aboard his ship, like his father.
Bloody hell. How was he supposed to help his father while he was here? Who would keep an eye on Elizabeth? Barbossa? Even if there was tension between them, even after the kiss he had seen between her and Jack, if anything happened...no, Elizabeth would be fine. She had to be. Someone would find a way to return and then he would continue what he had set out to do.
"Of course. A place that has demons would have angels, wouldn't it?" he murmured thoughtfully. "You find them to be unhelpful?" It was an honest question. He had been taught that angels were guardians of a sort, although they hadn't done him much good of late. Trouble seemed to be a more constant companion.
"Texting." An odd term. "I wish to help however I am able. I could not take advantage of someone's generous hospitality and do nothing for them in return."