E-excuse me?

( it's his turn to be surprised, face jerking towards her to try and gauge whether or not she had said that in jest. honestly, he's not that sure. she does seem to be serious enough about it, which is more worrisome than he would care to admit. aren't vampires usually more . . . dour sort of fellows? )

No, no, no. Nothing of the sort.

( waving a hand as if that might dismiss the thought from her head. )

Actually, I don't even believe those are real things. Just tall tales made up by humans years ago when faced with something they couldn't quite explain—( he's rambling. he should stop. ) No. I eat food just as you do.

( except now way more often and not entirely just for fun, but he wasn't going to start splitting hairs here. but he nods, intently listening to her as if this were new information to him. he's known of it, but this would be the first time it'd been confirmed for him. )

It doesn't sound like you're afforded much free time.