[Dixon listens to Kevin spill out all the information, knowing full well that he's not going to be able to do anything useful with all these facts about vampire culture. A detective would - any information about someone is something that should be stored up, a piece of metal or plastic to build the microscope to look at the world through. For a long time (way too long) Dixon harbored dreams of being a detective, solving cases, figuring things out that no one else had been able to.

But that's not going to happen and he knows that now.]

That sounds pretty fucking exhausting. [He takes a long drag and whistles.] Hiding all the time or having to be a big-shot. In the real world there's room for people in the middle.

['The real world', like Kevin's from fiction.]