(hand-in-warm-hand, he thinks that this may be the most relaxed he's been since their arrival. this bar may be incredibly low, but that doesn't take away its meaning; he's touched that this stranger—now looked at as "friend"—cares enough to pacify him.

jonas listens to d's story with heavy eyelids, watching the way that he speaks. little emotion shows on d's face, but that doesn't mean none exists. it's in his words and the way he speaks of vampires, humans, and their place in society.)

You know, to play devil's advocate, I guess, if humans were meant to rule the planet we wouldn't be trying so hard to kill it, (jonas posits, finding a quiet philosophical debate inevitable and welcome.) We've got plenty of weaknesses that don't have to do with, like... our genes.

(he shifts a bit, attempting to turn onto a shoulder to better face d.)

Where do you fit into all of that?