Vincent releases a sigh. Levi's belief in his allies seems strong. No stranger to child soldiers, it isn't really surprising to see something that appears as naivete and strong faith in his companions.

But he wasn't going to avoid speaking a warning.

"It isn't like that with me."

It's blunt. Vincent doesn't try to smooth it with any suggestion that he has feelings good or bad.

"Drifter or Monster. The desire's the same."

Blood makes him hungry. Between the species is just taste and flavor.

Well, not that he has tried Drifter blood yet. And for the purposes of this conversation it doesn't matter that he hopes that like his other forms, he would not attack allies if he were to lose his human consciousness.