A vampire. [ Ronan scoffs. Excuse him, Axel, you're the first he ever meets, and he is not quite ready to accept all these things. Magicians and time going forwards and backwards and stopping entirely, sure. Vampires and fairies? Fucking please. ]

This isn't fucking Dracula. C'mon now, really? You expect me to believe that?

[ Why does he tempt fate, all the time? Damn it. Lynch, you pull shit out of your dreams. Why wouldn't vampires be real? ]

I have no problem being 18. But I'm not a kid.