On that point Galina agreed. Outlooks were determined by the roots of life, the environment in which they grew from. Galina had long been aware of the origins of Ishmael, knew their background were different, that the air he affected was just that. Yet, they were not so far apart in time as the younger vampire might think. At least not in the minds of a vampire. For talk of decades was the talk of months for the humans. “Perhaps.” She conceded with a small nod of her head.

A cat like smile crossed Ishmael’s face and Galina couldn’t help but chuckle. She could smell the humans the moment she had approached the door. It was an unmistakable scent that filled her nostrils with each breathe. As Ishmael was unconcerned Galina had simply left it at that. Until now. “Does living with them make you understand them, though, Ishmael. As you said we are removed from them through distance and time.” She laid her argument at his feet with a light almost playful smile. As if she knew the answer already. “Does it make you a part of their city?” She pressed, clearly already having formed an answer in her mind.