No, that's... not.. [Nandor starts strong then, as he loses confidence, glances toward a camera crew that isn't here anymore.]

Fuck it. Alright, yes. I am a vampire. [He says finally and eloquently. He lifts his hands as if in surrender, though it's really more a gesture that he hopes will placate her. He then shakes his head.]

Mm, no. I have been supplied with all that I need. [And unlike Laszlo he's old and doesn't relish the hunt as much as he used to. He's not hungry and he can't be fucked.]

But you don't believe me, do you?