[ Midnight nods in understanding, then takes a beer from the bag and cracks it open. He folds up his legs up and sits comfortably. ]

Nothing to apologize for. About the same thing happens where I'm from. Although, you know, my parents emigrated so far that the preconceptions most had of me where I grew up was about the same as that of any foreigner. Nothing about undead monsters shying away from the sun, turning others into thralls to join their everlasting undeath. Just the regular sort of curiosity.

[ Midnight grins, puts his chin in his hand and rests on his knee. ]

Ask me anything. I won't bite. I promise that's quite literal.