[She offers him a choice, and he's angry at it. It would be easier if she didn't, if she put her fang to his neck and told him he had to explain. He doesn't sit up, raises a hand and knocks his glasses out of the way as he rubs at his eyes. Calm, but that dark amusement still twists his mouth.]

The tests all say I didn't inherit the flames, but there's something in my eyes that... wakes up whenever my life is in danger. [He laughs, uncontrolled and overwhelmed for a long moment, like this is all some stupid joke.] I can't die.