I'm something called a 'Blend'. [He's the one that came up with 'blend'. It was much more palatable than 'hybrid', tasted less like he was the experiment than he was and more like he chose his own fate in the end.]

I'm dead enough that the living get on my nerves and I'm alive enough that I still enjoy living. It's both a pain in the ass and way better than being human, in my humble but experienced opinion.

[He tries to take care of that bedhead while he waits, running his fingers through it until he somewhat reclaims his look.]

Explains why you rock that 'blessed by the sun in the morning' look, though.