"Yeah, well, I'm not so sure some of them wouldn't be interested in the opportunity," grouses Peter. He's probably overestimating how much the people he's met hate him. Probably. Tucking his wings in close and getting comfortable, he gazes at her upside-down visage and considers how much truth to tell her.

"For a given value of 'eat,'" he admits. Then he clarifies, expecting her to know what he means, "Vampires. Same end result, more or less."