Milo aggressively reads his encyclopedia. 'B' volume, here we come!

"Um," says Milo. "I don't know. Define 'criminals'. It's hard to think of a person I really wouldn't mind seeing eaten, but not inconceivable, I guess... seems like it would be a lot of trouble to get your meals that way, though."

"Not all that much. It's only once every few weeks I usually have to eat, anyway, and I could case someone with the time. It's a hell of a lot easier to verify that kind of thing when you can summon a demon of secrets to tell you who's a child molester or something. I don't envy those mortal detectives."

"My remaining concern is that I think I remember you mentioning something about partially vampired vampires losing their souls when they kill people...? It seems like it might potentially be extremely awkward if that happened to you, you having just got used to said soul and all."

"That's more a... metamorphosis, type thing. Breaking out of the chrysalis of half-vampirehood. Very final. Besides which, I'm not half a vampire, I'm all a vampire, with a free soul pasted on."

"Well... fair enough, I guess."

"So I can be a vigilante hero and eat people at the same time?"

"If that's your fondest ambition."

"Then sure. But I don't mind helping you out if you start running out of sufficiently despicable criminals."

"That is very sweet. But this is still Chicago."

"And therefore unlikely to run dry of despicable criminals anytime soon?"

"I could feed solely off of Gentleman Johnny Marcone's immediate competitors for upwards of a year, at a conservative estimate. We're not running out."

"I have no idea who that is, but I believe you."

"The least evil of the crime bosses in this fair city. I tend to favor him when there's cause to."

"'Least evil' is one of those phrases that's not quite positive enough to be promising."

"Doesn't sell drugs to children or employ unwilling prostitutes, is one of the basic principles I've heard. Which, unfortunately, is high praise. And he takes decent care of his employees."

"Well. Okay then."

"Ooh, and there's this video on the Youtube of him shooting a loup-garou while spinning around hanging from his ankles over a pit- it's really blurry, because there's some wizard there, but still, pretty fucking cool. That gets him some points in my book."

"Shooting a what?"

"Big nasty werewolf thing. A family line gets cursed by some bastard wizard, their firstborn sons turn into unkillable murder machines with suicidal depression they can't do anything about. They can only be killed with inherited silver from another's hand. Not sure why the folks don't just stab the first baby, but maybe that's forbidden too."

"Why is that a thing? Why is that a widespread thing?"

"Not exactly widespread; I think the one Marcone killed might've been the last one. Back in the day people were really into punishing the generations to come. Sort of the done thing."

"I'm beginning to wonder how it is that there are any people left in this world who aren't evil or cursed or dead or I don't know what else..."