Mention

"Don't mention the new series on Netflix," she whispered. "He's very sensitive about it." "Why would he not be delighted?" her companion asked, surprised. "He's had a zillion films and plays and whatnot all about him for ages now! I should think he would LOVE the attention!" She shook her head "no". "In his day, you shared tone poems, songs, and fantastical tributes; you were a story they told around a campfire in the deep of night." The other shrugged and gestured with both hands open, completely confused. "The movies and shows ... the books ... well," she leaned in close to explain (careful to not be overheard), "he thinks they're still trying to find something interesting about him." "But he's Dracula," the other whispered, shocked. She patted their arm and smiled sweetly, her red eyes cast down. "It's a self-esteem thing; he's always struggled.”