“Yeah,” Rayth confirmed with a grin. “[i]Nacido y criado[/i]. Born and raised.”
	He was proud to call New Mexico his homeland, but he was used to the reactions he received when he told anyone he was a half Hispanic vampire from Albuquerque. Everyone always seemed to be surprised when he named anywhere other than Transylvania as the place where he was born. Although, he knew most people based their judgments about vampires on specific lore like Dracula, so he couldn’t hold it against them.
	When Lune gave him her reason for coming to LA, he immediately flagged the subject as one that he probably shouldn’t touch on much more than he already had. He’d never properly learned how to control humans like other members of his kind did—the best he could do was influence them not to fight back while he fed—but he was still able to read them fairly well. It was a hunting tool that also came in handy in casual conversations like the one they were having now.
	Not wanting to prematurely end their chat before they left the backyard, he pondered over something less touchy to ask her about; but fortunately, she saved him from having to backpedal.
	“Hopefully you’ll never have to take a bus again,” he said optimistically. “Train rides are long too, but at least you have a cot to sleep on instead of a stiff seat that only reclines a quarter of an inch.”
	Noticing Lune’s wandering eyes, Rayth wished he had the power to read minds. Since they’d first been introduced by Freida, he’d caught the runaway staring at him a few different times. Humans didn’t usually do that unless he’d used his aura to entice them, and he wondered what thoughts were going through her head when her gaze lingered.
	Whatever it was, he found her long looks to be more flattering than disturbing; and when she asked about his age, he laughed. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you that’s a rude question to ask?”
	Despite the accusative words, there was no hint of anger in his voice. He was immortal, so he didn’t really care if someone knew how old he was the same way aging humans did. “I’m one hundred and six years young,” he answered proudly, striding a pace ahead of her to unlatch the gate that would take them to the railyard. “I actually share a birth year with my home state.”