Jolan waited as she thought about how old she was. Had she never kept track? Or had after a while it all just blended together. Five hundred years? She wasn't a young vampire. She seemed to be a fairly old vampire. Not one of the oldest but not the youngest either. He smirked a bit as she answered his other question with an I got bored. Shrugging a bit at her question. He let that one slide as it didn't seem to be an actual question. It came off more as a retorical statement. "I suppose that is one way of doing it." He said in a bit of amusement that quickly faded. Yes. Killing her. He was delaying the inevitable to keep their games going. To keep their interactions happening. He was enjoying keeping these interactions going.<br/><br/>He shouldn't be though. He should have just killed her instead of letting her live longer. She was a threat and had proven herself a killer. So why was he reluctant to end her? To end this one vampire? It shouldn't be that hard. Stake through the heart. Bam. It was done. Yet he hesitated and had missed. He never missed. "Keep you going..." he echoed. He supposed vampires did tire after awhile. They lived an extremely long time so it was possible. Blinking as she jumped right back into the game. Smirking a bit as that was amusing. Watching as she paused for a second. He blinked at her question. How many vampires had he killed so far. He lost count after one thousand one hundred and ten. Of course not all of those were marks. Some of those were ones he had been assigned by the priests to kill.<br/><br/>He had killed marks. He had killed ones that attacked him first. He attacked ones he caught killing just to kill. He knew what he was doing. It was training and instincts but it was also experience. "I stopped counting after one thousand one hundred and ten. After that it seemed pointless to count. After all...I was the only one who cared how many I had killed. Never any innocents though. I am not a heartless killer. I never kill anyone innocent. Just the marks, ones who attack me first, or ones I catch ruthlessly killing." He said seriously. Looking at her. "Now its my turn. Do you have any siblings?" He didn't but it was also the only question he could think of at the moment.