It was clear to him that they were going to be able to get along and shrug off the stereotypes. It would make it easy to both survive and learn more history between the factions of vampires and their common enemy. She was extremely different and more open than most vampires he's researched. Most were cold, calculated, and murderous. She was kind, laid back, and well aware of both their situations. The more he told her about himself and the assault with a deadly weapon, also made her an accessory after the fact, right? Koli had nothing to lose and accepted her knowledge of the place. He silently repeated her name in his head and gave a slow nod to indicate he heard her. As she spoke further about wanting a different future for herself as a vampire, now he could fully relax his shoulders and breathe easy. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but hesitated and closed his lips. "On the contrary, sometimes those qualms are the entire focus of existing as an immortal." He shook his head and rolled his eyes, to agree that most reasons for hatred were silly and did nothing but cause problems for those who didn't wish to be part of the statistic. Koli slowly stepped onto the path with her, letting his wolf like instincts show their true colors. He kept his breathing low so his nose had the advantage of taking in smells.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, already relating to her pain of being forced to be like everyone else. In the circus, it was common to meet certain quotas and keep going on demand of the circus master. Oh how he wished he could have had a few more hours of sleep on most weekends, but was forced to stand tall, throw knives, and make the audience cringe with thrill acts. Speaking of knives, he smiled, pleased that she came armed and didn't just rely on her vampiric nature to survive. "Oh yes. Breathing fire. Sometimes small fire balls, but that's a bit dangerous. I've seen experienced men accidentally breathe and swallow. It makes their bodies combust." Keeping up the pace, he made sure to act as casually as he could, even though the sweat beads on his temples and shifting eyes didn't help. Paranoia wasn't an option as not only was he relying on escaping but so was she. "I remember the caravan cart ride up this road." A small chuckle in his throat left his lips as he muffled another laugh. "It was so bumpy and unpleasant, I've never been to a place that seemed so primitive. Do you know the history of this place? Has it always been... On the redneck side? Are the witch rumors true too?" Koli wanted to kick himself for even mentioning such blasphemy, witches and warlocks alike, made him think of slave owners and associated with them being mortals who pretended to be immortal.