Gadreel
The confession of Forest resulted into a series of bewildered blinks as the exile took in her words. A vampire, she said? He had encountered such beings before in his realm of origin, or rather realms of origin, and they were a varied sort. Vampires were spirits of the dead who, through the intervention of another vampire, was given or coerced into the opportunity to return to their bodies and become undying creatures of great speed and strength, almost impossible to permanently slay. He had yet to meet a vampire who was quite his own equal in any of those regards. Still, those who were limited to a diet of blood were a rare and unfortunate few who had in some way botched their effort to reconnect to their bodies. Most vampires that Gadreel had met fed instead on the Essence released by the fear, pain, or pleasure of the living.
With regards to ethics, they were as diverse as any other beings he had the fortune or misfortune to encounter. This Forest must be a potent one to be out and about during the day as she was!
"You would not be the first vampire whose company I have shared," Gadreel said in return after a moment to digest the thoughts she had provoked. "Though I suspect you are unlike those with whom I am familiar. Regardless, if your words are true then you are quite far from unforgivable."
Ron
Ron gave it another try, closing his eyes and attempting to focus on his own strange energy once again. He lasted for all of about ten seconds before his face scrunched up, and he tilted his head up to the ceiling finally. "Do you hear that? It sounds like someone's up there. In the rafters, I mean."
The only thing that was up there was birds nesting. Or bats. Maybe mice crawling along lengths of metal or on top of crates?
"They sound ... weird. Like they're wondering how long we're going to be here."