[ He bristles at the words ‘vampire panic’, but then calms quickly. That, at least, is familiar ground. ]

Opposite happened, in London. Spring-Heel using the cholera to hide his work. Always a big fucking mess when this shit gets confused.

[ That’s. Probably an attempt at making conversation. He doesn’t have a lot of good conversation topics, really. ]

What rules did your father enforce here? In Europe it was no turning children, humane treatment of livestock, and quick deaths. Imagine keeping up shit like this takes more than just that.