"Eat shit. I fight wars. You have no idea do you? War is when you kill so many of the other side that they can't fight you any more. Prancing around on a meadow, isn't war. Stealing into a tent and cutting every throat in sight, is war. Poisoning wells, is war. Killing every baby in a town and disappearing, that's, war. War is for winning, and tracking that lunatic down into her secret rooms and surprising them to death. That's what I do. That's what I did. And you. Standing there flapping and posing, you're everything I hate. You vampires who think it's all about wit. I use the word loosely. Because you are a shit head for the ages. Being charming. Using cleaver words. Desperate for people to admire you, because you are special. Too much of the damaged needy human in you. You're not a vampire. I'm a fucking vampire. I lie. I cheat. Because lying to pigs is meaningless. And I'm hungry. I take everything anybody has. Every last fucking drop. And then I hunt for more. I am not a criminal. I am fucking perfect."