The fledgling vampires determination to answer back momentarily saw the lift of a single amber golden eye somewhere beneath that tangle of white gold hair, this same surprise replaced moments later by some fraction of an amused simper of sorts. It was, respectable, perhaps, that the woman was attempting to cling to her humanity in this fashion, to defend most assuredly that she was unaffected by the notion of her newfound species- as if the desires and urges and prospect of eternity simply did not affect her by choice or purity of character. It was a pleasant dream perhaps and yet the Hunter has lived to long and seen far too much to believe this demure, almost pleasant woman would truly be able to remain as such for very long. Did she truly think she was the first one to ever fight her nature? To be determined that she alone would be different? She was merely suffering the after-effects of her unwilling transformation as far as he can be concerned, clinging to those final and fading shreds of humanity while they still existed for her- something both admirable and yet pathetic all at once. She would never be able to fight her vampire nature, or at least, the nature he believes all vampires eventually succumb to- just as in the same manner he had been incapable of fighting his own, as even Kohl would surely fail to do one day despite his own denial in that regard. Maybe he had simple become bitter, cynical or some combination of both and yet tonight he finds he hardly cares to question it. If the vampire wished to believe better of herself- let her, she would only break and crumble like every single one of them before her to become a parasitic predator that preyed on the weak and vulnerable or downright foolish- the very thing she had probably once been.

"My entire existence is based upon judging you for exactly what you are- so forgive me if I disagree."

It is hardly anything less then the truth, Hunters were gifted with the ability to know and recognise other species upon sight, merely so they could attempt to slay them moments later. Had whatever fraction of God truly existed wanted them to understand the personality and pleasentries of each victim he would surely have outfitted them with some ability to perceive a creatures merit in some regard. As it was, each and every Hunter was more of a sniper of sorts, a target and destroy weapon that cared only for the what she seemed so determined not to be classified as, his shoulders offering an almost callous shrug as the tall blonde simply moved to lean against the nearest wall. He has no desires to hunt this one- at least, not tonight, not when some modicum of humanity sill exists within her, even if ending her would surely be more of a blessing for the girl then the curse her existence would become. He is simply tired tonight, tired from weeks of little sleep and from thoughts regarding witches that are mutinous in their determination to irritate him and treacherous to his entire being. The death of one more vampire, one barely even deserving of that title at this stage- would achieve nothing close to satisfaction and as such, by some grace for God perhaps, the flame-haired woman before him would be spared her fate tonight. The questions she seems determined to ask momentarily seem to agitate the Hunter once more and yet, what did it truly matter to indulge the creature? Such information could no longer harm him nor did he expect this vampire to truly live long enough to be of any actual threat to another, offering no response to her evident wonder at so many years and yet compared to others his own was barely a mark upon the timeline.

"I have seen world wars- the very best and the very worst of humankind all in one. You will find however, as you age, that what is amazing one day is very quickly replaced by something else- nothing remains amazing for very long and eventually you will find few things truly amaze you at all anymore."

One leg lifts to merely fold over the other as he continues to lean back against the wall, seemingly having settled himself in for the conversation that follows, almost entirely untouched by the bleakness of his own statement before his own almost pointed question seeming to unsettle the creature and indeed some part of himself takes satisfaction in her clear distress- momentary as it is. Her answer however, at least seems to earn to the girl a momentary frown upon his eternally youthful features. For spite? For half a moment he was almost inclined to actually pity her, an entire life removed if only to hurt another, such a senseless and wasteful, if not wilful desire upon the part of this supposed maker and yet...

"How very like a vampire, if they cannot have what they desire, why not merely bring those around them down with them, hmm."

He is seemingly entirely unsurprised by this particular story, after all, vampires were well known for the manner in which they so often coveted that which they could hardly have, so many of their actions seemingly sparked by some emotional response they seemed to believe they did no have and yet while whatever positive responses they had ever had seemed to fade with each drained body- negative emotions, anger, hate, spite- forever seemed to exist within this species.

"I am sorry it happened to you though- for whatever that might be worth."

His words hold little to no emotion themselves, the statement delivered simply enough before the red-haired leech seems so suddenly befit with curiosity that she seems determined to question him in turn, amber eyes slicing sideways in evident dislike of her lone of questioning, silence ensuing for several moments. His own particular 'act of fate' was hardly a secret and yet it had simply been years since another had asked- or cared, the entire matter still a sore point for the often apathetic blonde- even after so many years, this surely evident upon his features now and yet- how much did it truly matter to offer her the answers she sought? It was useless information in it's essence and yet...information that stung at him all the same, the man choosing to offer little more then the very basis of his own creation in this regard, seeing no need to regal her with the entire tale- a sigh of sorts pushed from his lips.

"We, Hunters, are made only when we are upon the brink of death, when the only choice left is this life or the afterlife. I was dying- though the matter of how or why hardly matters now, if it hadn't been for her I would have died- I should have and I resent her every day of my eternally long life for not simply letting me go. We had never met, not before that fateful day and yet every time I asked she would never tell me why she did it- not in all the years we were together, she would never answer that. As for what she was like, she was....bossy, stubborn, endlessly argumentative and yet patient. She died about thirty years ago now."

His shoulders merely shrug once more, as if such information is little more then a useless fact, that he hardly cares and yet perhaps even despite his determination to appear indifferent, on this matter, he simply fails to do so, unable to keep this faint hints of emotion from his words despite their near deadpan delivery. For thirty years he had been with her and for near every single one of those years he had loved her, endlessly and hopelessly, resented her, forever, for what she had done to him and yet Evelyn had been impossible not to love all at once.

"Would you ever do it? Turn another into what you are?"