‘If I left something on your doorstep, it wouldn’t be a small little bird.’ She watched him briefly struggle with the sleeves, idly helping him in his plight. ‘But off top, what have you doing this past few decades?’

“Could I expect a litter of kittens on my doorstep? That would be more lovely than a little bird.” The vampire told her as she helped him roll the sleeve up. “Well a bit of wallowing in self pity, trying not to feed off of the mortals, oh and teaching my self how to play the piano. What about yourself?”