Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

Gifts. He mocks lightly, finding mild disgust in the word he parrots. Even now, in his soon to be third year, the boy had no interest in being a father. Even during the season he had been careful last year to not become anyone's "daddy", even if he did, he hoped those children were lost in a sea of lies and their mothers nothing but whores who cannot remember all the faces they slept with while their loins burned. 

Only the strongest men, huh? Sounds like something many women were after, something his father would be interested in as well. He reveled in such delights, to create little mongrels with beast-like genetics. The vampire couldn't be certain if he got the short end of that stick or not, maybe moreso on his mother's side for the looks so it seemed. Maybe for the better considering... well, the memories of his stench and appearance, it was better this way.

She strikes like lightning, and the ghoul matches her. Snapping at the air between them in a warning to keep their distance with ivory daggers, thankfully he had not chosen to approach for this specific reason. For now, no growl emitted from the revenant, only silence lingers as she speaks again. I'm no fool, I can assure you that. Dare he argue and sound like he wants her children? The children of some woman he knows nothing about, the same children he recoils from at the mere thought of being someone's 'daddy'.