Little bit heavy for a conversation with a stranger. [ frank offers him a pointed look, lips tilted down at the corners. ] Usually it's like, you know... What do you do for a living. Shit like that.

[ it's not that he's uncomfortable with being asked questions, generally speaking. it's just that now is a weird time for him. transition period and all. vampire kid coming for his life, etcetera. so, it's about as subtle as a sledgehammer, but he forcibly redirects the line of questioning: ] So what do you do for a living?