"There are too many to list. Think feudal society England... kings, queens, subjects, sheriffs overseeing things. Ask permission to cross into territories, be charming, dance on a string..." He shrugged, elbows on his knees, eyes listlessly staring at the floor. He hated politics. Didn't have the patience for it. It looked like he was going to have to learn, though.

"It's my fault Eric's interested in you..." He mumbled miserably. "I made such a big deal about not feeding on humans while I was there, now he wants to know what makes you so special that I broke my own rule."

He sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out the card. Just an address, but he could guess what it was. "Drainers. People who hunt vampires to capture them and drain their blood to sell. He wants me to shut them down." Because hunting and killing was really what he was good at. Even monsters had talents.