Wolf goes quiet for a few seconds as he processes that. Eric can't see vampires being anything but alive and Wolf can't see them being anything but dead, after over seventy years.

"I see. Maybe that's the difference, then. Their pheromones and their heartbeat." He rubs at his fingertips absently, and offers a hesitant smile. "Strange, how rules change from place to place."

He tips his head, and examines Eric more carefully, more thoughtfully. "You were a slave at home, then?"