"Eh, suit yourself. I grew up fine. Until I became a vampire. Then I was just fine all the time, never changing."
"And you think I don't care? Now that truly hurts. If I didn't care about you deeply, you'd be dead. Or, undead. But you're still here, graced with my lovely prescence and conversation. I care deeply about you Angel. I even gave you a nickname for me to call you."
"You are just too closed. Open up... yes, open yourself to me."
"Erina, as it goes with the normality of my life, I am a hero. When I'm not desperate for lov- I mean, blood, I often search for the lowest of crime dealers - prostitutes, thieves, murderers... I hunt them down, and take the bottom feeders out from society. I have taken my mask off multiple times."
Pulling his hood up over his head, completely obscuring his face, he takes his mask off as shows it to Erina. "See this red? Around where the mouth would be? That's blood. Dried. A bit of it's fresh from that bar slut I drank dry. Every person who sees my face, undergoes a process. If they're women, I'm not going to lie, I usually have sex first. Make their last moments nice. After this, or if they're men, I kill them. No questions asked. No chance of escape."
Putting his mask back on his face, he pulls down his hood again. Do you really want to die so soon, that you would seek something so simple?"