"I don't listen to those kinds of stories anymore," the vampire drawls tiredly. "They say those kinds of things about mages, nevermind creatures of the living dead. You can hunt out that nonsense yourself if you enjoy it. It bores me."

Harrowheart might feel more comfortable with speaking to this man. He doesn't blink or breathe while he listens to the Death Knight speak. He barely moves at all. Instead he watches, taking in all he can about Harrowheart's reply. In fact he's so focused on the other that the vampire seems a little surprised to have questions turned back on him.

With a small, passing frown he waves away Harrowheart's well intentioned queries. "I have sired others, and am well connected with the living and the dead. I am as social as it is wise to be."

"But I hear talk as if you spend so much time with the Archon's children. True, we have time to spare, but for the living?" He lifts an eyebrow, looking at Harrowheart with uncertainty. "They will die soon enough. Why do you risk the pain of loss? They must have a purpose for you, or give you something, perhaps...? Do Death Knights naturally seek out powerful people? For solidarity, or leadership, maybe?"