"Fate, Destiny, whatever the name, it's all the same." Zanfell said, smiling at the thought of Phoenix being older than him. He wasn't going to argue. Beside, you never ask a woman her age. "I don't have to wonder why Alucard hasn't returned. He's reached a point where he must learn some things on his own." He held his hand out towards the cigarette, which evaporated into ectoplasm, dissipated, and reformed in his hand. "This is why I can't have nice things."<br/><br/>"On the topic of your name, just as a tangent, really, why would you assume that someone like<b>me</b>couldn't pronounce something? The many times around the world, learning every language I must to blend in. A ridiculous assumption." Zanfell's cigarette lit up again, and he pulled at it. "I'm a bit insulted really."<br/><br/>He exhaled the plume, and took a couple steps away from the two, protecting his cigarette. He glared at Shadow, and smirked.