He was describing yet another of the large number of sorts of people who exist in his world! Living in a world with all and only humans is still a little weird.
Addy reciprocates with tidbits about her world, which has more kinds of people than Kithabel's but still many fewer than Milan's.
Oh, hey, he's not sleeping, that's cool. And his lowest setting is definitely getting higher. "This feels really weird," he comments.
"I mean, it also feels really unpleasant, don't get me wrong, it's just, fairy blessing," he says. "And I've been running high consistently enough for long enough that I am used to this sort of thing. I might start complaining more vigorously once I'm farther past my previous ceiling."
And they're off again.
It certainly makes it a lot easier to engage him in detailed discussion of the various properties of his world!
"Okay, 'incomprehensible agony' was a fair description," Milan concedes, two days in. "It's not your fault I'm cheating."
And the passage of time and an Addy ready to boop the newborn vampire as soon as his heart stops.
A rippling wave of scattered light floods across his skin. Vampires are supposed to sparkle in sunlight. They are not supposed to do it indoors. Apparently Milan didn't get the memo.
Also, that's very clearly a bite mark on his neck. All his previous scars are gone, but that one stuck.
"Well, you're supposed to be pretty, you aren't supposed to shine outside of sunlight! And you're not supposed to keep your bite mark, I would've offered to put it somewhere more discreet."
"I'm fine with an indiscreet bite mark," Milan assures her. "Huh. This feels weird. I am less unquenchably thirsty than advertised. Did I cheat at that too?"
"Mmmm... yes, you did. You've got some kinda passive power, I want to say healing? and it's doing the thing, very nice."