They could argue the semantics of what he was another time, but it would be difficult to convince Devin that he was anything other than a monster.

"A parasite, then," he amended.

He really hated being a vampire.

"A pint every other week would be sufficient," he answered, volume low. He sighed quietly. "I'll likely have a lot of assuaging to do on the subject of vampirism, regardless of who the volunteer might be, if I were to announce myself to the Foreigners. But I suppose that may be an inevitability."