When the new boy had lowered his lighter, Thomas chuckled, "Don't worry, it was just a joke," he told him, "I'm not hungry, and the school ash a rule about killing other students." Thomas sniffed at something in the air, "And your blood type's O. Quite boring, like most Irish people. I'd choose someone else if I had the choice." Thomas grinned, and put his hand out for the new boy to shake, "I never did get your name, by the way. I'd love to be your friend, you'll need one if you wanna survive in this place, and I need one to fill my lonely existence."

Thomas turned his head to where he could hear someone talking. He saw that it was Triton, a dragon. He had his arms crossed like he was a king looking down on them. Thomas hated that he was an inch taller, he was one of the people at the school that he couldn't look down on. That didn't stop him from attempting to intimidating him, though. Thomas walked over to him, so that the was a few inches away from him, and looked at him in the eyes. "What does it matter to you?" he asked, "You're standing there, with your arms crossed, acting all high and mighty." Thomas didn't like Triton, he didn't know why, but Triton just seemed that he was arrogant. He wanted so badly to be able to suck the blood out of him, but he knew that dragon blood was poisonous. He didn't know what its effects were on vampires, but he didn't want to find out. "Do you think that you're more powerful than us, just because you've killed someone? Well, I've killed someone, too. In fact, I've killed more than one person, I've killed hundreds, no, [i]thousands[/i] of people. And another one wouldn't make much difference to me."