[Demigods... makes him shut his eyes for just a moment, just a few seconds longer than he needs to, and he can't quite decide if he believes demigods are real— or if he's going to go forward assuming that demigods are actually vampires, somehow, some way.

Either way: that's awful news. He hums and shrugs himself, like, what can you do? They are- well, he assumes- just two squishy humans living their squishy lives.]

I know the type. [womp...] You're just going around answering questions? That's- alright. I- hm. Alright.

[COUGH okay, he holds out his non-cupcake hand, which is the bandaged one with a missing finger, but luckily: he has put a fresh bandage on it.]

Hector. I didn't know we were supposed to prepare questions.