Lenore's mouth falls open in surprise at the question. She'd known that magic here was easy, relatively speaking, but this is another level entirely. Immunity against their most mortal weakness was something that vampires in her world had sought for millennia without success. And here it was a casual conversation starter.

After the bald shock of it washes over her, she has to question how she feels about it. For two hundred years, she's told herself that she doesn't mind and doesn't care about never again seeing a sunset or a sunrise. It's difficult to try and face the possibility of seeing sunlight and surviving.

"I... what? Yes." She can process her feelings later, but the yes is unquestioning. She can still avoid sunlight as much as she likes, but the whole not dying thing seems like a no-brainer.