Vampires can't drown, hell, there's an interesting little factoid he'll be filing away. Makes sense, he guesses, not exactly a stake to the heart or garlic or whatever. He pulls a face, and coasts along with the subject change easily.

Nods his head toward her steampunk makeshift menorah and with a sort of wry twist to his lips says, "Heard the call of my people."

Which isn't even remotely true. He'd been wandering in looking for brains from the kitchen to take back to the house, but he'll go with the joke rather than the grim truth of things. "Guessing you made that?"

Not exactly rolling in representation here aside from her, he can't imagine who else would have.