Sometimes Louis stares a little too much at necks. If he's peckish or agitated, humans in close proximity are cloying. Occupational hazard of being a vampire. Louis hates himself for it anyway and strives to be master of his instincts. It's difficult to do whenever he accidentally licks the wound or smells the iron.

"No idea if the deaths were planned or if some of them just happened to get in the way. Both public places... Maybe it was meant as a warnin'. I have no idea if this creature is capable or possessed of such motivation."

Gone is his easy casual speech, though it still rises and falls with an easy Southern lope. He's troubled and thoughtful now, and he speaks like the books he reads. Because others have mentioned monsters in their worlds, he asks,

"Ever encounter somethin' like this back home?"