"Suggestions," Guillermo says, letting the acerbic tone wash over him. Honestly, it barely registers. It's not the first time a vampire's spoken to him like that, it's not even the thousandth, and it's not going to be the last. He's completely inured to it. If it had been someone he knew, however, he'd snap back, but they all know better than to treat him like that these days. Most of the time. But this guy? This guy just sees the outward image Guillermo projects - just a harmless, chubby guy in a cardigan and a button-down, an almost cherubic innocence about him. And like a siren, that image had drawn countless humans to their deaths. (He does mean countless. He'd stopped counting.)

"I'm just thinking that since we're all stuck here, maybe we can put our heads together."