If the conversation was literally anything else, he might have it in him to be amused at his prediction of the others words. As it stands, however, it's a bitter shadow of amusement in his head.

He nods in recognition, he remembers the stories well. Every culture had them, theories and feara of the dead coming back to life, usually as horrible monsters that fed on human blood or organs, or who terrorized villages and killed senselessly. The Draugr were another in a list of reanimated corpse ideals that happened to have it all wrong.

"I'm assuming the word 'vampire' doesn't mean much to you..but it's the term for it. For what I am." He's never been one to be ashamed of what he is, he left that job to Finn and instead made it his job to embrace all of the terrible parts of their changed physiology, but this is the closest he's ever come to feeling that way. Maybe it's more the lie of never mentioning it that's eating at him, he's not sure. "I'm not...dead, technically. But I'm not really alive either."