Konstantin gives a laugh — not one of his usual bright things, but something more hollow. With it, a nod; he agrees. Understands.

"No, I don't expect it, either. And there's already a monster we can't beat. What happens if they think there are monsters among us who can be taken care of?"

A beat, a shift of his hand to his hip.

"My condition... it means I have to feed on a hormone found in blood. Works best if it's from brains. I'm sure people wouldn't take well to that."