Definitely a natural speaker, that's easy to see, but there isn't a trace of accent when she flips back to English, and that's impressive on its own. Now that they've both slowed down a little, taken a chance to really look at each other, it's almost surprising how much they have in common.

"Natalia, then," he says with a firm little nod. It's better for him anyway, it sits better with him, the little extra layer of formality. It's a part of his nature. And he can certainly identify with running from where you're from, and trying like hell to stop doing it.

He looks thoughtful as he considers how to answer her question. Her genuine interest feels comfortable already. Maybe they will be able to coexist without anything...unfortunate...occurring.

"Not in any human army, but plenty in the Southern Vampire Wars. It was commonplace in the South during the War Between the States and after, armies of newborns created only to fight each other and win territory for their masters. A newborn is much more dangerous than a full grown vampire," and as he speaks, his voice takes on the cadence of a military lecture, "in their first year of existence a newborn vampire is much stronger, until their human blood is leached out of their tissues entirely, but their thirst is almost uncontrollable. Maria turned me so I could use my abilities to control her army. I was her second in command, in charge of training them after she turned them."

His eyes slant away from her in sharp memory of the bewildered fear, over and over, before the hard crack of death. "Training them, and killing them off when she'd decided they'd served their purpose. She could always make more."