Conan blinked. For a moment he's tempted to ask if the other is joking -- he may be seven but that doesn't mean he's a kid -- but even while part of his brain protests that this isn't logical, the other half is tallying up the proof. It all fits ...

"Really? I mean -- well, vampire is just as logical as radioactive spider bites I suppose and -- does that mean you're ..." Conan swallows. "Are you dead?"