"Yes, beheading was the one I figured out. I also guessed sunlight from the layout of the building. Who or what is the Slayer?"

"So because the world is dangerous, there's always a vampire-slaying 'chosen one' in the world, and because the world is bonkers, this person is always a teenage girl. Well. Unless she makes it to older without dying, but the record's 26. They drop like flies. Dangerous, dangerous flies."

"I see. Why vampire-slaying in particular?"

"Vampires tend to eat people."

"The first one I met was unpleasant but he seemed plausibly an outlier, and I haven't undergone any noticeable personality changes..."

"Really? None at all?"

"No. Is that unusual?"

"Very. Usually we get all - 'bleh, bleh! I vill drink your blahd!' Or at least a bit - colder, and more okay with murder."

"I was already unusually cold and okay with murder relative to the general population. Maybe that has something to do with it."

"Huh. Maybe. You could also have a weirdly shaped soul, or not have one to lose due to being from - Escobar, was it?"

"I grew up on Earth, actually. London."

"Oh. All right then. Then maybe you didn't use your soul for anything?"

"Plausible."

"My sister's kind of like you, actually. She didn't use it for much. She's perfectly happy to just live forever and practice magic, it's cute."

"Living forever and practicing magic seems a reasonable ambition."

"Yeah. She lives in this town, actually, I was going to visit her. And probably ask her to let you borrow her couch."

"I hope she will be amenable."

"She'll probably grumble and ask you to do the dishes or something, and might ask for some privacy every now and then, but I bet she will."

"Reasonable."

"She is that!"

"It's a good quality to have."

"Yeah."

Vroom vroom, motorcycles.

They're coming upon a cute little cottage, now.

"Here's where she lives," she says, by way of explanation.

"Hm," he says.

"Hm?"

"Not sure."