"Hey, hey, hey, I'm no murderer either. I just dig them up, I don't kill them. I'd like to think that despite the job that I do, that I do it respectfully. I don't steal their things, I don't mishandle them; I just...you know....move them to other noble purposes." That had always been Lee's justification for what he did and he was truthful about it. He never thought of the deceased as less than people; he respected them in death probably more than he would have ever in life. He never personally stole their items, with the exception of maybe a few that called to him. They were never sold or bartered, but they were things he kept, things that he felt were special and would be sadly lost to memory in the dark of the grave. In his many discussions with the Professor he had learned that there were some cultures that believed that what you were buried with went with you to the afterlife. He hoped that wasn't true because then he would certainly be doing more harm than good. However, also if that were the truth, he could think of many other useful things he'd want in his grave rather than his favorite cuff links. Perhaps a pistol or a dagger, just in case the afterlife wasn't as peaceful as the Bible would lead one to believe. Afterall, he'd just found out there were living dead men who subsisted on blood and interestingly enough he was about to kiss one.<br/><br/>"Maybe a little bold..." A slight smile touched the edge of his lip; for once they didn't seem to be horribly at ends with each other. "...but I can promise not to force my mortal whims on you; I've had to take my own matters into my own hands plenty of times before....And I don't want to be killed or beaten like a dog, so I'm going to try like hell to catch on quick and not rile you up too much. It's pretty safe to say you're going to be stuck with me at your side until I know my way around a little."<br/><br/>He liked Andrew moving up close and more personal. He was beginning to understand how and why Andrew couldn't experience those kind of moment like he did, and while it was a shame to him, Andrew's efforts no linger seemed like lies to him as they did attempts to connect with Lee in a way he understood. When Andrew pulled him in and kissed him, he took it for what it was meant to be, an indulgence made just for him. He didn't know how he was different compared to the others yet, but he was, as Andrew had stated. It made him feel better to know if he was going to be a dog, that he was top dog. He pressed into the kiss tasting the strange fluid. He would have thought it disagreeable, but it's effects were almost instant and were undeniably pleasing. It recalled him to the first shot of whiskey he'd ever had. He had been a young lad when he stole off with the bottle from his father's stock. He remembered what a horrible unnatural taste and feel it had, but once he felt it's effects, he was back to it. It wasn't long before he was quite accustomed to that flavor and loved it.<br/><br/>His cheeks were flushing with the rush of the feeding and as Andrew pulled back and whispered to him he paused to reflect on his words. He remembered those words well because at the time of their speaking he had thought much the same. His pause now was to revisit those feelings knowing what he knew now. He replied back in a whisper. "Had we met as two regular gents on a regular day I believe we could have gotten along most famously." He pressed a peck to the other's lips and licked the dark blood from his own. "But we're not quite regular gents, are we. Either of us. I'm not sure if I'm much less of a devil than you are in my own respect." He shrugged lightly. "Maybe you didn't need to be born later or your life spared for you to have something ideal because we seem to be figuring out how to get along just fine, don't you think?"