He took it back, man. He took it back! You can't just drop a bomb like that on a guy after he takes it the fuck back! Ghoul just stares, completely caught off-guard, and the cigarette actually falls out of his mouth. Give him a sec. Recovery time. Get the crash cart, stat.

There's a vampire standing in front of him. A real life, genuine, motherfuckin' vampire.

Slowly, veeeeery slowly, the smile returns. Small at first, definitely awed, then it's back to a full blown grin.

"No shit. For real? I fuckin' knew it. That's great, man! That's just ... holy shit, that's--." Probably not as fun as it seems, the way Conrad's freaking the hell out. But then again, he seems the kinda guy that freaks out no matter what's going on. Ghoul lowers his hand, holding it between them. A peace offering. Shake on it. That's all he wanted to know. If Conrad had been faking that weird shit, it'd be a completely different story.

"Didn't mean t'set you off like that."