Kobae dashed his eyes around, the three of them were bonding, with Alister pushing the war and Vampora wishing for peace, there was Mr. Price Tag declaring an untruth. He didn't have a fabulous all-time record murdering ungodly, undead vampire... he only had a vampire. He could be a big killer. The guy could be 500 years old... that's a lot of midnight snacks.

He looked now, linear. Looking at her, "eh, I do appreciate what you just did, but I know in that belly that you are going to get hungry. I need work, money. I don't need to be bit again," he said, and then jutted his neck out. The marks that Vampora perpetrated were gone. Healed.

"I can heal some. Witchcraft, remedies, or potions. I can make it myself, or I can find it."