It was a beautiful knife but definitely old. Which made him slightly wary of the other man. Not that he had anything against vampires - he wasn't completely sure yet that he was one - but he rather did enjoy his blood staying in his veins if he could help it. Though he had considered selling his blood once or twice when things were tough financially.

"Yes, I do," he said when he was asked if he saw a Z. "How long ago did you drop it in the street?" He wondered if the man would answer his question or backpedal.