âWhen youâve been alive for a couple of centuries, you kind of have to develop a different attitude towards life.â
âItâs daytime, you better have a good reason for waking me up while the sun is still shining.â
âIâd rather not dwell on the fact that I feel like drinking the blood of my best friend.â
â300 years of friendship ended in a single moment, and you ask if Iâm okay?â
âAt what point in the last century did humans forget what knocking was?â
âYou are blood of my blood and all of that silly Bram Stoker mess.â
âI wouldnât eat you if you were the last human on earth.â
âI gave you new life! And this is how you repay me?â
âHow are you doing? Are you feelingâŠ. bitey?â
âDoes it hurt? You know⊠your⊠neck⊠thing.â
âI didnât know whether I could tell you before.â
âWait! You thought I was trying to eat you?â
âI have given you another chance at life.â
âWe just need to get the blood off you.â
âHave you ever wanted to live forever?â
âYou can smell my blood, canât you?â
âNo one can resist immortality.â
âHave you ever killed anybody.â
âI want to be with you forever.â
âNo⊠I can smell your blood.â
âWhere is your reflection?â
âWhatâs your blood type?â
âWhat does it smell like?â
âIâm not afraid you you.â
âGood. It smells good.â
âCan I turn into a bat?â
âYou look⊠delicious.â
âWhoâs blood is that?â