[ Marcos crouches down. He’s aware that not so long ago, the thought of his powers doing this to anyone at all would have horrified him. Now, it’s fascinating more than horrifying. ]

I’ve never met a vampire before. [ He says, leaning closer.

But all things considered, vampires aren’t all that different from mutants. Even down to the whole, people hate and fear them, deal. If he was going to be hurting someone, this wouldn’t have been his first pick.

Also, that accent’s noticeable. After a moment, he switches to his native Spanish. ]

That wasn’t an attack, that was a flashlight. If it was an attack, you would know.

[ Marcos points one finger towards the ground between them. A white-hot laser erupts from his fingertip, blasting into the ground and leaving a tiny, scorched hole smoking in its wake. He looks up. ]

I’m not here to hurt you. Will you live?