"...Interesting."

"That being said, any creature I come across, be it my own or others, that spill human blood, I will not hesitate to put down."

Andrew adjusted his sunglasses. It was nearing noon and he hadn't heard from his companions. He was sure they were alright.

Andrew could feel it in the air. It wasn't his kind... it was something worse. Far worse.

There it was. That feeling again. Andrew was going to need more than his katanas.

"I have walked this Earth for 400 years and haven't felt anything like this."

"... Disgusting."

"Oh forgive me then. Allow me to correct myself, That was absolutly /disgusting/."

"I'll think of it as it really is, murder. Thanks."

"...Hm."

"I didn't realize bread was something to yell about."

"My, how times have changed."

"Ah, youth."

"If more keep showing up, this will pose a threat. The night is young."

"Everyone's being odd, and I know John Constantine."

"Wonderul phrasing."

"...Oh. Oh my."

"It was hard to hunt down my kind in Gotham. The smell there was overpowering."

"People make references at me about my kind like I should know." Andrew just shook his head.