I would imagine so, yes. [He lets out a little laugh at that] Thank you for not immediately assuming that I've just murdered someone.
[It's a flippant comment, meant to hide a lot of very raw emotion that comes with the blood on his clothes. It mostly succeeds, too. Except that a moment later he goes very pale--more pale than he already was, anyway--and gets very quiet for the span of a few heartbeats. Just long enough to realize that he can't react like this if he's going to have a prayer of staying alive.]
You're a vampire?
[It's said with the same lightness to his voice as before, the same carefree tone that one might use to ask about a book or a pair of socks. He can't undo the damage that silence might have done, if Devin noticed, but he can damn well control his conscious reaction. It's what he does best.]
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[It's a flippant comment, meant to hide a lot of very raw emotion that comes with the blood on his clothes. It mostly succeeds, too. Except that a moment later he goes very pale--more pale than he already was, anyway--and gets very quiet for the span of a few heartbeats. Just long enough to realize that he can't react like this if he's going to have a prayer of staying alive.]
You're a vampire?
[It's said with the same lightness to his voice as before, the same carefree tone that one might use to ask about a book or a pair of socks. He can't undo the damage that silence might have done, if Devin noticed, but he can damn well control his conscious reaction. It's what he does best.]