A man who smelled like blood and reeked of death, yet disliked killing people. That was definitely a new one. A Saintly Vampire. Though she supposed there must be all kinds of them, in other worlds that is.

"I see."

At least he had a soul, that meant he was far more killable than vampires in most books, but she guessed this one didn't sparkle in the sun.

"We don't exactly have any blood banks here and I'm not sure that many would be willing to part with their blood so lightly." She sighed, "In addition, the natives here are not human, though I'm not sure if species matters to you."