He trotted behind the human as they went, his bare feet plodding on the concrete as a smile remained on his lips. He probably looked like he should be miserable to most given his current state, but at least his clothes weren't dripping now, and he also was rather happy to be walking with someone who was willing to talk to him. It had been a long time since he had anything resembling a normal conversation with someone. He gave a thoughtful hum at the answer to his questions, hands clasped behind his back as he looked up the street a moment. "Same as me, then." He said wistfully, he never had a destination, and he didn't have a place he could return to and call home. Not anymore...<br/><br/>His mood didn't turn sour though, not when the other told him he'd been in a car. "Is it fun? They move really fast!" He asked excitedly, though when he heard the human explain that he didn't really enjoy it due to motion sickness he was just a little disappointed. He wondered what it was like in the pretty, shiny cars that littered the streets these days, but he figured it wasn't likely he would get to ride around in one. He turned his eyes back to the human and faltered slightly at the question before hurrying to catch up again and lagging a step or two behind.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure..." He finally said, his smile soft and his eyes a bit distant as though trying to recall something... But the tightness he felt in his chest forced the memories away as his fingers rose to grip the front of his sweatshirt softly. "I don't remember anymore... Lots of things." He gave a slight shrug as though it were no big deal, but... Sometimes it was agonizingly lonely. "Ah, but I remember that I was already like this when the big trains were made. I've seen lots of new things... Things are much different now then they were. People live in nice warm homes, they take hot baths without having to even cook the water." He chatted excitedly about this aspect. The world the humans made was a wonderous place, a place where people flew and traveled the oceans. It was amazing... But he had no one to share this amazement with.<br/><br/>"How old are you, Luca?" He asked, seemingly continuing their "game". "What's your favorite color? What foods do you like?" He babbled. There was so much he could learn about a person... And he missed learning these things. He was lonely, but he didn't want to complain about that, he didn't want to complain... He really tried. "Have you had ice cream?" He tried... But he probably didn't hide his desperation for some contact with others very well. But who wanted to talk to someone in rags like him? Who was often seen with blood on some part of his body? Even the other vampires avoided him, and the hunters usually didn't put up with his talking. He was taking full advantage of this.