He rarely asked the question anymore. The answers were usually trite or intentionally jokey. A merman? Swamp thing? An experiment? A flushed pet fish that evolved in the sewers through some sort of radioactive goo?
Her answer was, as he predicted, much more interesting. He rarely received such menacing guesses.
"None of us are, really..." he said lightly but understanding her meaning.
His eyelids blinked as he faced her all the more, her continued thoughts putting him only slightly on edge. Her intention was not to attack. But her desires were palpable in the ether of emotions.
"I have respect for all life, even those of the reborn or undead, but if you attacked me I would be forced to defend myself," he said, confirming her assumption.
"I'm not sure if my blood would harm you, but let's just assume that it would," he said with an agreeable nod. "I'm quite sure that vampires would not be able to digest Omega-3s," he joked.