"Maybe I don't think it's so funny." Once she might have. Or less than funny—baffling. She remembered her sire—he would have hated the excess and disorder of the nest here, first the bloodfest and now the new leader—but he'd barely seen humans as better than animals. Only the fact they could become vampires and his nationalistic streak had elevated them in his mind. But he'd been dead for decades now, and whatever lingering sentiment she still held for him, it didn't mean that she agreed with his views.

It had taken her a while to figure that out.

She was still working out how she did feel about humans, exactly. "I'm not sure what it is, but not funny. Maybe it's admirable?"