As desperately as the Artist tried to keep up with Adrien's insistence of the changes that had overtaken him whilst he slept, Alistair found himself struggling with those notions of immortality and newfound abilities and, worst of all, hunting. He had never desired even a shred of the violence that would surely accompany him if he accepted that offer to embrace his newfound species. Though Adrien insisted it was to help others like him, others who found themselves as victims of the cruelty of supernatural, all Alistair could imagine was nights of stabbing vampires and wrangling rabies ridden weres. (Did weres even get rabies?) The very idea of it all was...somehow overwhelming. He had hardly expected all of this when he had accepted Adrien's invitation for life yet...surely it was worth it, wasn't it? It had to be, Alistair refused to believe otherwise. Somehow, he'd piece together this new facet of his life just as he had resiliently struggled through his childhood. Vampires couldn't be any worse than his own father, could they? The thought, as dark as it was, prompted a small simper tucked within the corner of his own lips, the newly turned Hunter softly snorting as he shook his head. Now, after all, was surely not the time to consider all that Adrien had offered him. Rather, Alistair presented his maker with a sincere word of appreciation, only to insist that he would consider the offer.

The sound of Adrien's drawn breath, however, prompted his emerald eyes to turn upwards inquisitively towards his maker. He watched as a frown crept across Adrien's features, the Hunter merely nodding in response. The man's words, however, did little to comfort Alistair. Quite on the contrary, they caused his eyebrows to knit together in a vague glimpse of concern as he stared at his maker. What was that supposed to mean? Alistair's lips pressed together though, for now, he remained silent on the topic. After all, as much as his own irritation could sometimes get the best of him, he knew well he needed Adrien. And as a result, the artist was inclined to keep his thoughts to himself...for now. His gaze turned downwards and towards the food upon his plate, the artist entirely content to let that conversation fall silent as he picked up his fork to chow down on the stirfry in front of him. In the wake of that transformation, Alistair found himself absolutely ravenonous, the artist wasting no time in fulfilling his body's needs. He was utterly oblivious to the thoughts that weighed so heavily upon his maker's mind - thoughts of Alistair's inevitable hatred of him, and thoughts of a certain fae girl. In fact, it wasn't until that note was slid across the table that Alistair had even the faintest of notions on the thoughts that seemed to preoccupy the Hunter across from him.

Slowly, Alistair reached out for the crumpled pink note, even as he regarded Adrien with a clear look of incredulousness. He could hardly believe that the older Hunter was focused upon a girl when Alistair's whole world had been turned upside down - though really, maybe this was just another Friday night for Adrien, how was he to know? A soft sigh left his lips as the boy's emerald irises turned down to the paper in front of him, the man glancing over the bubbly letters and the neatly printed heart at the very bottom. His hand lifted to run through his hair before offering the vague suggestion that...maybe that heart meant something after all. Then again, it wasn't like Alistair had been terribly successful in matters of the heart. His own college life had been little more than a string of one night stands to fulfill those far more physical urges with girls often too wasted or drunk or high to remember much the next morning, or too embarrassed about the whole affair. It had suited Alistair well enough, the man equally as uninterested in the commitment of a long term relationship. Still...girls didn't write hearts without reason, in his limited experience. He watched as his maker seemed to soften at the very idea of this...Audi, the man's cheeks even turning that slight hint of red. It was clear as day to Alistair that Adrien had in for her...and bad. God, he never expected to be dishing out relationship advice and yet...he owed the Hunter this much. Saving his life was surely worth some attempt to encourage his maker in his love life, was it not?

His inquiry of just who 'Audi' was, however, rewarded him with a vague tail of a young woman Adrien had saved from a vampire attack - as if that didn't sound familiar. Either this was the biggest coincidence of Alistair's life or his maker had a tendency to hunt the undead...exclusively. He watched as Adrien abruptly sat up across the table, clenching his jaw as if internally chastising himself for letting his thoughts linger upon the woman. Slowly, Alistair shook his head, the artist vaguely commenting upon his own observations of his maker's tendencies. The suggestion that Adrien had a 'thing' for saving people from vampires prompted little more of a scoff from the man's lips though truly, that was hardly the important matter at hand. Rather, Alistair found himself inquiring if Adrien intended to follow up on the hearted note and clear affection he had for the young woman, against his better judgment. He watched as Adrien's features contorted at the sheer idea of it, the very grimace altogether comical to Alistair. His maker would sooner take on a rogue cowboy vampire before he would ask out an innocent girl! A small simper toyed at the corners of his lips as he watched Adrien shove the note back into his pocket. That slow insistence that he wanted to ask her out, as well as the one that he shouldn't entirely lacked any kind of conviction. He watched as Adrien shifted uncomfortably within his chair.

Alistair hardly anticipated the offer of a story from his maker, one that seemed decidedly personal. Nevertheless, a part of him was almost...eager to learn about the man, as if he held some bizarre emotional desire to be close to the Hunter, to...please him, in some way. The feeling was nothing if not new for Alistair, having never had anyone in his life worth looking up to. Still, that slight bob of his head was all the coaxing Adrien needed and silently, the artist listened to that tale Adrien wove, taking the opportunity to finish off his stirfry in the process. His eyebrows furrowed at the reasoning Adrien gave for his family's plight. DNA? Scientists? What had they been researching to prompt the ire of a vampire? It hardly seemed as if vampires needed a reason to attack, particularly when their kind demanded blood - how did Adrien know that was behind the unfortunate ordeal? Those questions, however, hardly seemed appropriate to ask and so, Alistair remained silent as he had long ago been taught to do. He listened to that disheartened sigh from his maker's lips before Adrien shrugged, insisting that he hardly had any idea the difference his 'saving' made if it made one at all. "I bet it made a difference to Audi." The artist responded softly after a moment, utilizing the man's very emotions against him. Oh yes, his father had taught him well, when it had interested him to do so. "Why don't you ask her out after her show?" After all, Adrien's parents could not be saved now and...well..he hadn't the slightest notion of his maker's sister but he certainly wasn't going to allow the Hunter to change topics so easily, not when it was so clear what Adrien now wanted.