Claudia can't help but give Root a small little smirk of a smile at that. Yeah, finding out vampires are real isn't what most people expect. Not that Claudia knows, of course—her being turned into a vampire wasn't the big romantic sweeping gesture that she suspects it was for Louis and Lestat (or at least, she thinks it wasn't a big romantic sweeping gesture. Second degree burns and being close to death muddled her experience of it a bit.)

But Root's question...that's what draws Claudia's attention. She's smart enough to pick up on that already. Granted, Claudia knows that her behavior hasn't exactly been childlike, but most people wouldn't make that jump so quickly.

"Nope," she says, with a shake of her head. "I'm...probably close to eighty or ninety now." A number that she has very mixed feelings about wanting to admit. "But yeah. I'm a vampire. I feed on blood. And it's always easier to hide the kill if you're feeding off some jackass nobody cares about."