"The world is a puzzle, and every bit of information is a new piece. But whatever you say." He took his last bite of pancakes. "I will not pry."
Raven watched him suspiciously for a moment before relaxing slightly. "Regardless of what you say, I find it hard to believe you'll let this go completley."
"Despite what you say, I find it hard to believe you were off doing something unimportant. But why don't we make a little agreement of mutual respect for the other's mind." He shut his notebook and tucked it back into his pocket.
"I killed someone. What's important about thay?" Raven asked, gritting her teeth.
"To feed?" Antonio asked. His curiosity had been piqued.
"Blood disease. Either that or they consumed something that affects the blood taste to make them absolutely revolting. But regardless the taste was why I drank so much water to get it out.
Antonio shrugged. "Like I haven't killed someone." He went back to his journal. "By the way, would you tell me how to recognize anything in blood that would make me sick?"
"Instinct will tell you if it's deadly. Otherwise it'll taste bad, although not everything that tastes bad will harm you." Raven explain. "You learn the difference by trial and error, and some things you can't taste but you can smell. Anything that smells, you probably don't want to drink from."
He bit his lip. "All right," but another question popped up in his mind. "How long have you been a vampire?"
Raven tensed up considerably at his question, her eyes dropping to her lap. She rubbed her tongue over a fang with an uneasy feeling. "Let's not discuss such things at this table."
"You seem to be very secretive. I don't suppose I blame you. The human race can be extrordinarily destructive, and if they found out about vampires..." he trailed off. The waiter took his plate, and he lay the money on the table.
Raven shook her head. "I don't like talking of such matters, is all. My past is my own and I'm more comfortable not to share it."
"I see." He got up from the table. "I need to continue investigating. I can't deal with hanging up a case, even if it's just for a day." He put his fingers to his head. "My mind just needs something to work on."
"Good. I take it that means you're not working on me." The relief in Raven's voice was far from sarcastic.
"You're not a case; you're a person," he told her honestly. "However, I do have a case to work on, one that greatly intrigues me. Can you remember what the man who chased us looks like?" He slapped his palm to his head. "I can't remember it."
"Tall, dark hair and dark eyes, although that's the most common appearance of a mix." Raven shrugged. "I can remember, but I'd have trouble describing."
"Then we need to retrace our steps. All I know is that this man is tied to the case of the convict, and both of my cases are tying themselves into one impenetrable knot." He slowed down his steps. "Now where was the mix pretending to be dead again?"
"Just come on." Raven took his hand and led him along to where he wanted to know. "Here. He was here."
Antonio groaned. "I hate not remembering things about my cases. And he was lying here? He jumped up, and started chasing us, wearing my coat?"