"Mm." A troublesome thought, actually. Given all the cracks and fragments that had fallen away in her relationship (so-called relationship, really), however, Jules has become just a touch jaded. Mistrustful, really, in terms of sexuality and romance and how sincere a person can really be.

"I think, that perhaps-- that maybe, time might be the best judge. People can say and do all kinds of things and not mean any of them." And for all the effort at optimistic, light delivery, it comes out rather weary.

Not quite sure how to take that, Jules tilts her head, glancing between the two. "What does 'normal' typically entail for a vampire? I'm only familiar with old stories, but... they weren't ever real, so far as I knew." A drawn out silence, and as she flops against the chair's arm, her gaze settles on Ilde - with a slightly mischievous smile, yes. "Does it just mean you can't eat garlic?"