Salazar chuckled at Silo's response, it was endearing. He got in and dropped his briefcase behind his seat before closing the door while making sure his jacket didn't try a suicide. He buckled up and started the car. "I'm glad you didn't mind. I know a lot because it interests me and because I lived a lot of it." He pulled out of the parking spot and pulled up to the main road with his signal on. "Most of the books I use for my classes are ones I have written from my memories and from compilations of other books and memories from fellow vampires, demons, and angels who were there at the time." He pulled out and speed up to the speed limit, he wasn't a speeder unless he was being chased. "It also helped, that a lot of them were at different fronts of the confrontations. So my books have ALL sides of the stories and not just the one side that was recorded by the ones who won."<br/><br/>He glanced at Silo at a red light, "Am I boring you yet?" He smiled at him, hoping not. It was rare nowadays to find someone interested in history, especially from one so young.