"I can see why Red spends time with you. You're just as quick to delight in other's insecurities and inhibitions," he said, bitterness creeping into his voice. "Congratulations. You and Red have won. You've found something in me worse than being born a freak."
He hesitated then, giving up on figuring out where that rage had been hiding. "Is it true that vampires have no souls? I mean, that's the legend, yes? Why they can be so comfortable in their new lives. They forget to be humans?" There wasn't judgement or anger in his voice. If anything he was exploring a new theory. Or, perhaps, looking for an example he could at least postulate off of. He didn't believe in demons, that was just superstitious nonsense. But something had to account for it.