[With no reluctance, his head turns under her hand, and he peers at her through his lashes. If the tale is meant to make him angry, or vengeful, or frightened, it doesn't show on his face at all. The blissful drink is wearing incredibly thin.

In a way, she isn't unlike some of the Nobles on the Frontier. Many of them never had any human morals at all--they weren't ever human to begin with, born instead to vampire parents, vampire grandparents, and so on. But some of them, very few of them, had the notion to understand what they have done.

He thinks that's the deciding factor sometimes. The guilt. However, it doesn't not absolve anyone of their end.]

The fact you regret these things means you aren't as much of a monster as you think. The ones who lack empathy for those with less are the real monsters. [Very funny coming from him when he thinks what he thinks about himself.] But no amount of regret can stop retribution from coming. If I ever drank the blood of a human, another Hunter would come for me.

And that's the way it should be if it happened. Me being killed by a Hunter.

[That's the death he deserves if he became a truly ugly creature.]

Do you plan to stay here even if we find a way to go back?