Cyro looked away. "Yeah...I'd imagine." he said simply. Looking up at the ceiling. "I was supposed to be like you...like them. It wasn't my choice to be this way." He said. Looking away then back to her. "You spoke to my old man?" He said in shock. "Why?" he said. Looking worried. "Something wrong with him? Is he okay?" He asked. Looking ready to bolt to go kick ass. He blinked as the little dragon hopped on the table. Leaning over and poke it. "huh...what the hell are you?" He asked it. Poking it again. "Heh...probably too sweet for you little thing. Though me....it still isn't enough. I still can't truly taste it." He pulled off the lid and clogged it with a napkin. Pouring some in the dipped part of the lid. "There you go little fella." He said. A smile on his face and you could see the sweet and caring nature. He blinked and looked at her. "Trust me...you more normal. You are compared to what I am...still...it is best you do not try to get close to me." He heard the whispers and lifted his gaze. He quickly picked her up and gently pushed her into the booth. Picking the vampire pet up by the collar. "Listen fanged ones pet...you better start respecting the lady or I'll be sure I point some slayers...in your master's direction. Go home and whine to your master...tell them the Daywalker...will be coming for them." he shoved the man back into his chair. "Tell your other pet friends...they better start respecting her...or it won't be just the hunters they need to worry about." He said. Then released him. Looking to the cashier. "He hit her the other day." he said with an easily told withdrawn lie. The man shrugged and went back to his job. Cyro grabbed his coffee and sipped at it again. Sitting across from her now.