[Blake nods along sagely.] Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Souls, huh. Must be tough to grab. All slippery. Sounds like a lot of work for breakfast.

[His expression grows grave as the Dracula goes on.]

Hey.

Wait.

I've heard people talk about dead grandmas and stuff, though.

I'm pretty sure nothing's Soylent, too.

It's still all pretty fucked up, though. All the kids out alone dealing with monsters, you'd think you'd have dead kids all over the place. It'd be hard to hide, though. People notice this shit.

[he thinks it over, and shrugs.]

Never was real good at math. Leave that shit to the desk jockeys.