[He grabbed two more beers, bringing them back into the bedroom, which seemed to be where they were going to be having their little sobfest.]

Oh, no. This wank was nothing like a brother to me. Grandsire, yes. Brother, no. He sired Dru... Druscilla, who then sired me. Of course, because he was a sadistic prick and she was... I suppose something like your mum, he drove her batty first. Tortured her. Tormented her. Then turned her. So Dru was always a bit... off. Still loved her. Still followed her for a century. And he would always swoop in and cuckold me. I walked in on 'em once. And they both laughed. Thought it was funny.

[He cracked his drink open, taking a long swallow.]

Then he went and messed with the wrong gypsy lass and got a curse put on him. God his bloody soul back and turned into a useless sack. When he lost it again, what do you think he did? Made fun of me and took my Dru away again. Bloody ass. If I hadn't been laid up in a bloody wheelchair at the time, I'dve killed him myself.