Ghoul nods, glancing down at his lap while he plays with a string hanging off the hem of his jacket. It still sounds weird, hearing that. The one of you thing. Maybe he should be used to it by now. Whatever.

When he looks back up at her again, he tilts his head. It didn't look all that old to him, but who is he to argue? Not like he's been bitten by a vampire before. She's in a better place to judge than he is. "That's good," he comments, and then delicately continues on. "They treat you okay, then?" He generally doesn't pry in to peoples' personal lives, but this area is a touchy matter for him. She's most likely fine- she's not visibly torn up or weak, she hasn't been turned, and she's not being flanked by creepy thugs. All signs point to her being in a situation she's happy with and in control of, but he won't be able to sleep tonight unless he asks.