The ex-pire scratches his head, pulling his hand away when he bumps a horn. This is so WEIRD.

"Huh...there wasn't really any blood when I got turned. But...at least he had somethin' to get started with! The first blood I had was one of my neighbor's chickens."

There's the tiniest hint of a smile. A gap sits squarely between his two front teeth--which have all turned sharp.