Cydrao at first just looked away. Part of him wondered if the infection made him a vampire. He didn't think like a vampire. He didn't act like a vampire. He didn't feed like a vampire. He could still eat human food. He only had fangs when he went too long without a shot. They weren't callable upon will like vampires had.  In fact they had gone away soon as the infection was calmed down. Soon as the shot got into his system. He looked at her when she told him not to believe what they said. That was easier said then done. He nodded his head. It wasn't. He had been a baby in a womb. His pregnant mother was infected close to the end of her pregnancy. It killed her. He lived through blood transfusions. The infection made him like a vampire but still not a vampire. All there strengths. None of the weaknesses...save blood lust. Easily controlled by blood shots. He felt her wrap her arms around him and his arms wrapped around her. She was his little sister. Always was and always would be. Even if it wasn't by blood. "Good to know thats how you feel about it sis." He said softly. "I know you wouldn't. Nor would I hesitate to come to yours." He was being honest. There was only two people he gave a damn about in this world...Blane and Seveline. He hoped it never came to Seveline having to rebel against the other slayers. "I'm still human. I have a pulse...weak compared to other humans but its there. I still have a heartbeat. I still have blood flow even if it is slow." He said. He heard Blane throwing rocks at the window. "Let's go see what Blane has to say." He whispered to her.