Ryah raised an eyebrow. "Pancakes? Over French Toast or waffles? Come on, waffles are clearly the superior choice. They're like pancakes, but with abs." It was a never-ending argument he had with his sister all the time. She was too stubborn to admit she was wrong though. And obviously she<i>was</i>. Who in their right mind would choose pancakes over waffles? Waffles were crispier on the outside and yet still fluffy on the inside, and they had the perfect syrup catchers, unlike pancakes which were a hot, soggy mess on a good day.<br/><br/>The hunter pretended the blood comment didn't bother him but he could still remember how it had felt, having the vampire feast on his blood. It had felt far better than it had had any right to feel. No one had ever mentioned that. How incredible it had felt, how it had made him want to offer every drop of blood in his veins.<br/><br/>He watched with amusement as their blonde waitress put the moves on Drake. She clearly had no clue what he really was. A predator, a blood-hungry devourer, capable of killing. When she was done, Ryah put in an order for a waffle, a pair of soft-poached eggs and a cup of joe. He generally didn't eat too much in the mornings, but he liked a good waffle once in a while.<br/><br/>He paused at the question. He'd never really thought about it, about what he had wanted to be growing up. It has been such a natural progression, having grown up around all of this, the lifestyle of a hunter. It ran in the family, after all. And he'd been taught to defend himself from such a young age. He couldn't imagine not doing what he could to protect his family, his friends, and the unknowing innocents. Finally, he shrugged. "It's what I know. What else would I do? Open a cafe? Become a teacher?" Ryah chuckled. "Me, with a girl? Hardly. It's difficult explaining to a girl that, yes, supernaturals are real, and yes, I kill the bad ones for a living. Most of them never believe you. And the ones that do, are scared off by the supernaturals. They'd rather live in ignorant bliss, which I don't blame them for, frankly."<br/><br/>The brunet asked what he did for a 'living'. Did vampires even work? Could they even have children? Was that physically possible, he wondered.