[ Rafa glances over to see it. Guns are fascinating to him. They'd been fascinating when the humans first made them and they remain so now, with all of their innovations and improvements. Psychologically speaking, he finds it poignant that mortals go to so much effort to find better ways of killing each other. They've made exceptional strides over Rafa's lifetime. The very longest of their lives disappear in a blink of his eye, and yet they are always so keen to shorten them.

Musing upon that, he laughs and shakes his head. ]

They are good killing machines, I grant it, but I am a better one. I have always preferred my hands.

[ Even when he'd been human. That's how he'd been taught, after all. He'll teach Kavinsky too. If this boy's instincts can be honed he'll make a deadly little vampire. That's what Rafa wants for him. The car shifts gears around another corner and the forest appears ahead of them, dark and verdant, and promising a canopy of trees that will cut the sun enough to let Rafa take his glasses off. His smile grows. ]

You can shoot. It will be good practice. Have you killed with it before?