"How old is your sire?" Bill asked, stroking fingers down David's jaw. He was reminded that David's sire took care of him, then, that David didn't actually have a job. It was rather nice, he supposed, but he didn't know what he would do if he didn't have to work. He'd probably go to college, but that was only to get a better job in the further, anyway. He couldn't imagine just…not working. His sire must be very rich, Bill thought.
"I don't think that works for humans…there's a bit too many of us," he continued after listening to David. "So…your mom was a hippie?"
It was so strange to think of David as a child of a hippie, as it certainly made him at least his father's age. Of course, math wasn't his strong suit, and he knew that David could be even older, in all truth. That made him rather young for a vampire though, didn't it?
Bill became a bit worried about meeting someone as obviously as fierce as David's mother, even if she was aging. It wasn't only because of the fact that she was his lover's parent, however, but also because seeing her might remind David that Bill was aging, too, and all too soon, he would look just like her while David stayed the same. Bill had his best years ahead of him, of course, but he couldn't help trying to see into his future.
"Is she nice?" he couldn't help but ask. "I mean…do you think she'll like me?"