Having long given up on the wayward thought that perhaps he and the vampire who had turned him would cross paths somewhere in the world, somewhere over the centuries, Ishmael did not waste his breath to bicker with her doubts on this front.
He did not think anything he could show her would much change her mind on anything they had talked of, either, but they could pass the night amiably enough in the corners of London he knew, and if he came across one of his human bloodbanks - acquaintances, friends - to bolster his argument somewhat of being part of the city, so much the better. If they did not, they could at least stroll about as though they owned the world.
Ishmael offered Galina his arm, his grin only lightly mocking. After all, be it city or countryside, caverns or cobbled streets, meandering amongst humans or creatures or nobody and nothing at all, only the wilderness... the night belonged to them.
He did not think anything he could show her would much change her mind on anything they had talked of, either, but they could pass the night amiably enough in the corners of London he knew, and if he came across one of his human bloodbanks - acquaintances, friends - to bolster his argument somewhat of being part of the city, so much the better. If they did not, they could at least stroll about as though they owned the world.
Ishmael offered Galina his arm, his grin only lightly mocking. After all, be it city or countryside, caverns or cobbled streets, meandering amongst humans or creatures or nobody and nothing at all, only the wilderness... the night belonged to them.
