You're right. You aren't going t' change my mind, and d'you know why? You don't kill them, you don't strain them. You've got all their best interests at heart, and it's all nice, and sanatised, and controlled, until it isn't. And it's easy, it's so easy, for that to happen. I know it is. You can tell me whatever you want--you can tell them whatever you want, and you can tell it to yourselves.

But if I'm seeing malice? It's because I know vampires. It's not prejudice if it's been proved time and fucking time again. It becomes something very different then. I know what you are. And I'm not going to forget it because you make a pretty speech about it.

Enjoy your blood, the both of you. Get nice and warm.