[He pulls his eyes away from the flowers only just long enough to glance at the girl beside him. She smelled enough like blood that he could guess she must be a vampire... but there was no trace of a pheromone coming off of her. But then, she looked pretty young -- maybe she was a late bloomer?]

[Either way, he shouldn't let his guard down just because she's young. When he speaks again, his voice is calmer, his expression more controlled -- but it's hard for him to completely hide the giddiness he feels at seeing so much greenery around them.]

...I wouldn't say I like or dislike them. They're very rare where I come from, so I've never seen one in person before.