Corwin shakes his head again. "No, he didn't really tell me much about different types. Werewolves, he told me about, and the ones with spirits riding them, but nothing else-- just that there were others he had never met." His eyes are wide with curiosity-- they would probably be bright, too, if they had any whites to them at all to counter the blackness-- and his expression eager. "Can you tell me about them? About your kindred? I want to learn everything. I will tell you what I know, in return. I have books, notes, at home full of things."