"Tch," Threnody clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he turned around. Why couldn't the vampires make up there minds? One minutes he was the enemy and now they wanted to accept his offer of friendship. He prayed that they wouldn't be like this with everything. "That is my personal reason." he said as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. "If I can make friends with the vampires it'll show the others that there can be peace.Besides that," he hunched his shoulders. "You shouldn't really need a reason to try and make friends with someone." Threnody was a believer in the idea that everyone should try and get along, though at times he could be a hypocrite.

There were a few people who he hated with a passion and who he would have no qualms about killing. He also believied in the end justifies the means. Meaning, he would kill to make a world with out killing. Become a monster for the sake of killing the other monsters. "I think that vampires are interesting."

"I'm sorry about your friends." Threnody said as he stopped walking and glanced up toward the sky. He wanted to tell her that they weren't all killers but it'd be a lie. Just like saying vampires didn't need to drink blood. "It's whatever." he said, refering to her apology. "I'm used to crap like that." He tore his gaze away from the sky and glanced toward her. What did he really want to know about vampires? Anything. As long as he could learn something about the strange beings he would be happy.

"I really don't have any questions. I don't like asking them. I'll just learn along the way." he said as he repositioned his arms so that they were behind his head.

Thren rubbed the back of his head and let out a weak laugh. What had he gotten himself into? Somehow he had weaseled himself into a strange friendship with two vampires who were not like he typically imagined them to be. One of them even drank werewolf blood regularly from what she considered her best friend. Would they ever call in a favor and ask for his? After all, he was a pureblood and his blood was more enticing than that of a halfbreeds. "Well, I think that's my cue to leave." he said as he glanced around one last time. He really didn't want to leave, but they seemed to be tired and he really didn't feel like becoming a bedtime snack. Even if they wouldn't take that much blood. He'd rather not go home and explain the holes in his neck to Vince.

He placed his hands behind his head and made his way toward the city. "See ya around." he said as he raised his hand in a gesture of goodbye.