Faolan shrugs slightly. "Guess you can say that I'm old-fashioned," he quips. Though the phrasing of that strikes him. 'Haven't seen one of these in years,' the guy he's talking to isn't that old. Faolan has a fair idea of who and what he might be dealing with now, but files it away as more of a reference than anything. He's one of the few hunters who doesn't attack any supernatural he comes across. Not if he doesn't have a reason. No matter if the vampires did kill his family and take his sister. He's trying to be better than that. And he'll never be better than them if he exacts blind revenge on people who have no connection to what happened.

It doesn't mean that he has to like them, though. "I suppose I'll be hearing from you, then," he says, narrowing his eyes and steeling himself for whatever Cooper is about to do.