[With relative ease, Kurt makes room for his new acquaintance, tipping the handle to offer Kavinsky more coverage, although he's careful to keep the big cat's hindquarters from getting wet. Oh, but how curious: sunlight can be a problem for someone?] Rain can become exponentially more troublesome. That prompts my next question, though. Why is the sunlight a problem?

[Because 'vampires' don't exactly exist in the mutant world. At least, none that he's met, anyway. His features perk as the husky draws closer, fangs gleaming without shame, wild eyes alight in the same manner.] Beautiful, [he compliments softly, offering one hand out to her while his own daemon finally troubles herself to lift her head and blink widely at the dog.]

My dreams have been infiltrated, too, ja. [He snorts at first, cupping his unoccupied hand around his mouth and nose then shaking his head.] No, I've always been blue. Born and raised this way.