Long recalls how the Extras used to be the equivalent of moving mannequins. They've certainly become more realistic since then, but Long still is fairly uncaring of what the Extras hear or overhear, but Horst can hardly be expected to share that trait.

He listens, nodding slightly, lips pursed thoughtfully. "There are animals in the forest; I am given to understand several of our vampiric inhabitants hunt them. In dire situations, some voluntary contributions have also been given."

He thinks of Mick, and sighs briefly. He'd liked Mick. A pity. The bit of nostalgia fades away before Horst's question, and he looks at Horst with all appearance of genuine perplexity.

"Unusual radiance of face?" he echoes, blinking up once at the taller man.

In the light of the café, there are other things that appear slightly off about Mayland Long: the abnormal length of his fingers, for one, especially as they're no longer hidden in his pockets; and the fact that, while any glow can no longer be seen due to the café lighting, his eyes seem currently to be a rich golden color which is rarely seen in humans save with cosmetic contact lenses in play. Which, of course, are things unknown to Horst Brauer anyway.