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He's still not totally comfortable with the idea of sitting out in the open, but Daedalus has braved the mass of people long enough to get blood from the bar and find a booth that isn't completely shrouded in shadow.

The Nosferatu is liable to bolt if you stop and gawk, but if you're not planning on it, feel free to have a chat.

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He looks speculatively at the glass of blood before him. "In a manner of speaking, yes. It is sustenance of the most meager sort. It holds back the Hunger, but does nothing for the palate."

"What does it need to taste well?"

She asks after a moment of thought, tilting her head while waiting for his answer.

Daedalus considers the most delicate way of answering the question.

"Emotion," he finally settles on. "Fresh blood is rich with the emotion of the... donor. Over time, that fades."

She considers that for several moments,

"That makes sense. The blood that is spilled for us is also rich with csuch things, even if we do not consume it as directly as you do. If you asked, I am certain you could find people willing to donate directly to you."

"I... had not thought of such a thing. I have not been able to bring myself to speak to many people here."

"You should."

She says it supportively, and then laughs softly,

"Although as someone who speaks regularly with perhaps four, perhaps five people I may not be the best of people to speak. The Men here are, in general, very easy to talk to. For Men."

Species, not sex.

"I daresay you are the only person to whom I have spoken more than once," he admits.

"Oh, dear."

She says with a blink,

"You have? You should try to meet more people. Ones who aren't, well. Me. I'm..."

Still suffering from rather bad self-esteem. Blame her father.

"And I would be happy to feed you more often, but I do not know that my blood would be good to take on a regular basis."

"Your blood would be likely to become addictive, I fear, if taken too often. It is quite intoxicating. And as for the quality of your company, I can honestly tell you that there is no one I would rather spend time with."

"But you have said, yourself, that you haven't met many people."

She says with a faint smile,

"So there isn't a terribly good pool of knowledge for you to base that off of."

~~Damn you and your relentless logic!~~

Daedelus... has no answer for that.

"Clearly, the solution is that I must meet more people and then report back to you."

Yeah. The Germanic tribes also worshipped this group, and everyone knows about that steriotype. *says the German-blooded player*

She smiles again, just a little bit,

"I would like that. There are always more worlds to learn about, here."

"More in heaven and earth than is dreamt of in your philosophy," he quotes absently.

"Perhaps this is something we both should undertake. We could strike a bargain to each introduce ourselves to at least one new person a week, and then meet up for a weekly dinner engagement to share details."

"Oh, that does sound like fun."

Even if she doesn't really eat. Considering his diet, we'll take "dinner" as a time rather than an activity, yes?

"What day should we meet, to count from there?"

"I believe Friday nights are traditional for such things. Shall we say, 8 pm?"

"Friday night at eight. That sounds fine to me."

And the whole thing sounds like an enjoyable, if nerve-wracking, game. She's never introduced herself around to people before.

"Excellent," Daedalus says with a smile. He's also completely unused to introducing himself to anyone. However, the thought that he won't be alone in it is comforting and gives him a clear goal to achieve.

"And now I believe I have encroached upon far too much of your time. I think I will seek my bed for the day."

"It is not encroching if I enjoy it."

She says honestly,

"Sleep well, as the sun travels."

He nods. "Thank you. Always a pleasure."

Then the vampire finishes the last of his drink and makes his way up the stairs, in a far better mood than he's been in since becoming trapped here.

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