<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Golden eyes blinked at the other carefully at the mention of removing his collar. The thought made him unsure what to say much less what to do. He bit down on his bottom lip as he let his gaze drift to stare outside his window once me, "I'm clean. My body tends to be too hot for most viruses to inhabit," It was a simple fact that in all the years people had been around him they mentioned how hot his body was temperature wise. There had been a doctor that was paid by one of the patrons to check him over, "I wasn't aware of the rate of how long my kind live."<br/>
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No one ever told him perhaps it was because they didn't want him living that long. Their kind got stronger with age after all and remained young looking for longer than a normal person. He tilted his head as he rubbed at his neck carefully. This person was going to use him. They always used him. Did that mean he would grow bored and throw him away when he no longer was useful? Biting the inside of his cheek he focused on merely enjoying being somewhere other than that smoke filled brothel. <br/>
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At the moment he was sure he was headed to being slaughtered. Why else would someone be willing to remove his collar. He was powerful enough to set an entire house on fire without much of a thought. </span>