Connor listened as patiently as he was able, processing the information as it came. Another vampire that broke the supposed rules. 'Safe.' As if there really were such a thing. Not even humans were entirely safe, he'd come to learn. He'd never understood that until recently. In Quor'toth it had been just him and Holtz against everything else, against all the demons, with vampires just fairy tale monsters that he had been promised he would meet someday.

And now, as time went on, everything he had come to learn about vampires, everything he had come to understand, he was forced to make exceptions for. Mostly in Angel's case, and though he had been reluctant to do so at first and still harbored his fair share of hesitation, he was coming to terms with the fact that Angel really was different. But this Drusilla? She didn't even have a soul.

"So even without a soul," he went on to confirm, "She can't hurt anyone. What if the chip stops working? What then?" And what was a chip, anyway. Like a potato chip? That seriously made no sense.

Whatever.