"I didn't say they all participated. But they're predators. You get that, right? Unless they choose to stop feeding on people, they're our predators. Not all of them, no, but most of them. Enough of them. I'm sure some Nazis were okay people too, but I sure as shit wouldn't go around assuming they're good."

One hyperbole deserves another. He sighs, takes another sip of the gin, and frowns. He's not the type to abandon his friends over differences of opinion, but the idea of Nancy bringing her vampire friends to hang out at his place is unacceptable. There's nothing safe about a home in which your enemies can come and go.

"You were attacked and you're still friends with them." He knows. Natasha called him to help. "I don't get that. But I'm not trying to control you or your life or your choices or what the fuck ever. All I'm saying is, no vampires in the apartment if you want to live there. Hell, I'll compromise. If they don't feed on people and I meet them first, maybe they can come by."