"Aye, well...I s'pose there's all kinds," he says, more contemplative than he'd intended.

He's not the kind of vampire people assume he is. Then again, he's not the kind of man they want to think he is.

He digs into his back pocket and pulls out a cigarette, straightening it out before offering it to Wilford.

"D'you want me last smoke? It was your money an' the venture was partially a bust, so... I don't get withdrawals or hangovers."