That conversation shifted and carried on. God, it was harder than it seemed. Adrien floundering with finding the right words. He had never been... a good teacher of sorts. And here he was trying to cram everything in a crash course conversation. It was near impossible. Trying to explain immortality and what a hunter entailed, those rules, that discipline could not be shoved in an hour let alone days. Adrien had chosen his path, accepted it before he even was turned. His purpose alone was the one that fueled him. To rid the world of the evil's that had all but decimated his family. Somewhere along that line, it seemed to have blurred and the man found himself.... A reaper of the night. Giving the beasts something to fear. Some of them even knew his same.

Adrien could see, the other man was hardly impressed. Of course, why would he. He agreed to something he hardly knew the full ramifications of. He had nearly died, practically tasted death with his own blood pooling into his mouth. Adrien wondered if perhaps he had made a mistake... and yet he couldn't bring himself to turn away, he couldn't leave that man dying amongst the garbage. Even though Alistair might regret his choice, he could not deny.. that he was at least alive enough to regret it. That borrowed time on life had to mean something. It just had to. What he hardly expected was for the man to understand those... two little words that prompted his gaze to rise from his food. He froze. Somehow for some reason, he felt impacted... by that 'thank you'. He hardly expected it. He drew in a breath, considering a vague idea of sorts for a moment. He nodded, a frown blemished his forehead. "I hope you still think that later." Just what that meant was clear and obscure all at the same time. His voice seemed lower, far more serious...far more like the jaded hunter he was.

Adrien would not force him into this life.. and yet.. he would not simply allow him to run free after this. He had to make sure he wasn't setting out loose a grenade on the world at large. Even though the seriousness of that conversation, it hardly sullied their appetite. Both men's attention drew to devouring that hearty food upon their plates. One that would certainly rejuvenate the weary man across from him. The hunter nodded finally, one firm dip of his head, that answer was enough of one for now. He hoped... he did think about it.. Truly. It wasn't an easy decision to make. But tonight was not that night. He was quite certain that this dark haired artist might soon hate him rather than choose to join the dark hunter ranks. At least Adrien could still live with himself.

Within that born silence, the roar in Adrien's mind hardly quieted, a raucous storm. Only it was not quite the most anticipated of thoughts to have. His vagrant thoughts landing upon that fairy woman he saved, or nearly doomed in that dingey ally way. It smelled like shit.. but... not her no. She was like a rare jewel amongst the wasteland grime. Why he thought that now was a good time to bring it up... or why poor Alistair seemed like a good choice to confide in was certainly questionable at best. He regretted those words the moment they had left his lips. Fuck. What the hell was he thinking? How badly he wanted to snatch that note again and shove it back into the safe confines of his pocket.. along with.. this cursed conversation. That blasted cat was already out of the bag and there was no returning it now. Yet the moment that gentle suggestion that there was hope, the once studious hunter seemed to melt into a pile of mush. How the hell did he survive this long only be reduced with a thoughts of certain fairy? He could hardly help the very notion, that the big bad reaper with his murderous shadows at his whim..... had been reduced to a blush. He didn't even know his cheeks were capable of it.

The hunter of shadows knew without a..... shadow of a doubt that he would not recognize his own reflection. His love life had been a series of flings, that hunter life made it difficult to have a semblance of a relationship. Only producing a weakness that could be exploited, not to mention the odd hours, the constant danger that wrapped like a noose around his throat. No... a woman complicated things. Not if he intended on being that dark knight that Sacrosanct so desperately needed. What was he doing getting so soft at the prospect of a girl? Adrien could have slapped himself, he sat up straighter than he had, his jaw clenching tightly and shook his head as if it could rid himself of these frilly emotions that reduced him to an emotion he did not imagine him capable of..... bashfulness.. He was fucked.

That comment of having a "thing" for saving people from vampires was fortunately the sobering thought he needed. A scoff escaped him all the same. Oh, he had not idea how accurate he hit the nail head. He leaned back, combing both hands through his thick messy locks he hadn't bothered taming today (a rarity for him). He said nothing, except his lips twitched slightly. God the blasted hue that danced across the apple of his damn cheeks like a love sick pup. It was damn obvious that it was a girl. A complicated girl. A fairy. Ali, didn't need to know the particulars. His lips formed a grim line at the mention of.... Asking her out. How daunting it seemed. How wrong.. and yet.... He wanted to. He took that note back slipping into his pocket with haste as if erasing the idea of showing it in the first place. He should have thrown in out.. but he couldn't quite seem to bring himself to do it. Finally, after a little bit of reluctance Adrien added. "I think... I want to.. I am already going to watch her... perform. She gave me a ticket to a show... But.. I really shouldn't...Life is complicated enough.... adding a... woman to the mix. It hardly seems right." But... he knew this and yet it lacked a certain conviction... he was going to anyways.. At least just one more time. No harm, no foul. After all.. he said he was going to be there. He shifted near uncomfortably with his wooden chair, contemplating a thought... eager to change the topic of women..

"You see... I have never really.. had to share this with anyone.. but I suppose you deserve to know at least why... I became a hunter. Why I choose fight for those that aren't able to." He paused.. "If you want to hear it." He waited for a small glimpse of confirmation before continuing. Why he even bothered, he hardly knew. Part of him wanting to avoid the beautiful fae that haunted his mind, the other... felt obligated to tell him. Why? He didn't know.

"I felt so young then. I made it... to university on a scholarship for football. I finished exams early.. so I was excited to come home.. What I came home to was not that holiday filled home I remembered..... I came back to find out my family had been... slaughtered by vampires.. My home was a crime scene... My sister... narrowly missing the same fate. Hell, I don't even know.. by the time I got there.. my home was nothing more than a crime scene. Why, because a vampire didn't approve of pair of scientists studying DNA in their own home." He still hadn't been able to track down the blood sucker that did it either. He still, couldn't save all the people he attempted to help. So long as vampires were allowed to run the damn city, his goal was a sham. He couldn't do it alone, he realized it.... Yet he would never condemn someone to the same fate as him. All these years and the anger still welled up within him.. anger for his family, resentment for his stupid fucking oblivious sister, even if she wasn't fully aware of her own actions. Anger at himself for being unable to exact any kind of justice for them when they deserved it... No matter how many vampires he killed.. it still didn't make any of it better. Still didn't do shit all... People still wound up like the man before him.. some even worse. A ragged sigh escaped him. Even after over a decade it still never got any easier. The hunter pulled his shoulders up into a loose shrug, that tension not quite leaving.

"Damn right... I make it a habit to save people from vampires... I don't even know if it makes a bit of difference either."