Yes. Blood nourishes me. { it comes out slightly snappy, culled by the anger that he had to contain earlier, forcing the confession from him. he's still hasn't noted the lesions that are curled around his wrist, calling for him. it itches, and he ignores it. louis takes a minor second to recenter and gather his voice in a purposeful calamity when he listens to the questions. it works. he forgets how much he's been giving into his vampiric traits. he dislikes it. }

Pardon. It's stuffy in here. A shadow? I couldn't gather if it was humanoid. It could be. I felt it, briefly. Reminded me of Those Who Must Be Kept. { the first vampires, as far as he knows. } Mostly ancient and resting. For what, couldn't tell.