A particularly heinous one? [ He moves to follow, and perhaps there's something odd about the way he moves, too-confident feet on dark stone, but perhaps that's just the comfort of someone who enjoys living underground. ]

Maybe you'll tell me about them sometime, and maybe I'll tell you about my experience with vampires sometime.

[ His fingers brushed the dagger at his thigh, a makeshift holster that he had put together with scraps he'd pulled off the villagers. He never denied scavenging if it was necessary.

Though, as they began walking, he processed what vergilius said. He'll take care of it, huh? ]

You worried I can't handle them on my own?

[ He asked, just before another hiss of wine came from down the hallway, something that sounded high pitched, and very nearly supersonic, the way it pierced through the silence. ]