[Forward-dated to their third day at the hotel, prior to his being de-aged and after their interesting night in the hallway.]

If one more vampire, personification of sin, demon, or what have you asks me about my vows, I'm going to kill them. I feel it's only fair to let you know, seeing as this may reflect poorly on you.

In relation to that, Rafaello now has intimate knowledge of my bayonets. And I turned Jonathan Reid's bath water into holy water while he was in it, though that was an entirely unrelated event. You may receive some complaints.

[Clearly you can't let this man be alone for five minutes.]