The vampire's eyes narrowed in an arctic, inhuman look of thoughtfulness at Sasuke's words. He sensed the manipulation of facts, no different than what he did from time to time. Still. His meal was twice the size of Sasuke's, and there was still more left, now going cold. He toyed with the stem of the plastic fork.

"I've met more than one of them, yes." He did not want to think back on the one that had taken his own face right in front of him, but he just had to grit his teeth and get over it. "And this 'mimic' nickname seems to come from the fact that they are perfect copies of appearance and behavior. Lures, you could say. They're not forced to do anything." He ran his thumb along the plastic, bending it just to the point of breaking before easing off and doing it all over again. "What kind of 'modifications' are we talking about? Chances are it was just another monstrosity."