Milo shrugged, staring into the fire intently. He didn't have much of an answer for that one. Or at least a good one. He shifted on his blanket, laying down on his side and propping his head with a hand. Milo's hair was falling from the hair tie, messy and loose with the exertion of their hike and he opted to just take it out, dark hair free from its confines. He messaged his scalp, threading nimble fingers through the thick strands.<br/><br/>"I dont know." He anwered, picking up and fidgeting with the stick he'd burnt the tip of, poking the charred top into one of the stones that created the pit. It crumbled easily, grating against the surface and leaving a charcoal black mark.<br/><br/>"Sometimes it's an accident. Vampire blood accidently getting inside a human. Like swallowing some or a cut." He drew patterns on the dirt, looking a bit troubled. It was clear he was trying to be more at ease. Less bothered by the subject but the subtle change in his body language said otherwise.<br/><br/>"Or needles." He added. The implications were clear. Vampires and humans alike could participate in illicit activities and substances, it only made sense that in some conditions the transfer of blood would be high risk. And what's worse, not only were the death rates high, but certain areas were a breeding ground for vampires who's inhibitions were weak. Ones who easily succumbed to the more violent urges. Taking advantage of an often overlooked population was far too easy for the low lives.<br/><br/>"Sometimes a human meets a vampire and wants to become one for whatever reason or a vampire meets a human and is a sick fuck. Sometimes..." he paused, looking even more uncomfortable, eyebrows furrowing as the flames danced in his eyes.<br/><br/>"A vampire who was previously human wants revenge on someone."