"Mm," he says noncommittally. Having decided that he's definitely progressed to having a conversation, he made the noise more to buy him time than anything else, as he gets a cigarette and a wooden match out of a silvered case in his belt. He strikes the match off of his Right Hand and lights the cigarette while leaning against the sink, simultaneously feeling like an academic about to lecture and like a kid smoking in the boys' room.

"Well, for one thing, the lore's not always entirely self-consistent. For another, we've got a mix of vampires from different worlds, some of which have different rules from others. There're individual differences, too: Alucard, for example, is powerful enough he could probably drink the stuff without caring. Holy water, wooden stakes, silver, sunlight... Most vampires will have problems with some of them, but which ones are affected by which can be a bit of a crap shoot."