"Rest assured, I won't be sinking my teeth into any unwilling people's necks any time soon. I'd rather take the scientific route, for one thing. For another, the neck is a bad place to bite into. The arm is more ideal," Wesker replies, matter of factly, as if he's had discussions like this before. "I don't think I recall a vampire in Deerington, but then again, I didn't get out as much as I should have.

A rare, true smile crosses his face, for the second time today. "You do have that ability, something rare, in my experience, though it's probably more likely that people are nervous around me."

The innkeep arrives with a platter bearing their meals. "Ye need anything else? My gurl and I are in ear shot."