There was something kind of refreshing about hearing that question and being able to answer honestly. Not the least because Diana was a crap liar and she knew it. She just...felt so much more...real. Which was a funny way of looking at it.

At any rate, she nodded. "I prefer the term 'Cainite,'" she said. "Although I fully admit that it's kind of a euphemism to make me sound way cooler and more biblical than I actually am."

Ironic, given the last name Grandmother had saddled her with.

But that reminded Diana that manners were a thing. She offered the girl her other hand. "Hi, I'm Diana."