[Reign's reaction to animal blood was totally unvampiric. It was charming, though William shouldn't have been surprised. Back home, he had learned that demons grieved and loved just as strongly as any human. Perhaps the idea of humanity as a state of emotional and moral being was mistaken.]

The quality of life? Dare I even ask? [Because he suspected the answer might appall him a little.]

He's a person of rank then, but too soft for where you are from? [He frowned. He could understand to an extent, having been among the privileged himself. You learned what you had to hide of yourself early on.]

Well if you speak so highly of him, he must be. Like company keeps like. Usually.