[Evil Tink]

He chuckled a bit, listening to Aaron's story, "Think of it from my perspective; the predator side. Hearing the heart race, feeling the panic rolling off them..it's just so..thrilling when I feed off someone..and don't worry, I don't think you're a psychopath. If anyone is, it's the 20 year old french girl that never leaves me alone..." He chuckled again, shaking his head slightly, "She should spend her time looking for her 'soul mate' as she always calls it."

He sighed a bit as he was asked about his eye. He had been asked so many times, but every time he answered, it was a lie-against his mother nonetheless. He shook his head with a slight smile, "I don't mind at all...It's nothing spectacular really. When I was maybe 5 or 6; or somewhere around that, I was ambushed by a very powerful warlock. Witches and the likes are not fans of vampires or demons..they prefer to align themselves with 'the light'. Long story short, he was trying to get the knife into my heart, but I dropped down to my knees at the last second and it went into my eye. Things happened, blah blah blah, I killed him, did what I could for my eye until I got home, and that's that. My father tried his best to repair my eye, but even as vampires our knowledge of the specifics of the body were lacking...we knew more than the humans and their medicine books of course, but still, we were lacking. Unfortunately, any permanent injury obtained as a human, remains, so when I 'turned', my eye did not fully repair.' He shrugged. It really was nothing spectacular or all that 'unique'. "I don't mind it really...it keeps humans from approaching me and that's perfectly alright in my eye..." He chuckled. Rarely did he ever make a joke like that.