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He laughs at that, getting the gist of her meaning.

"Well, I'll just have to show you sometime. Maybe I can take you for a moonlit cruise over the lake one evening. Just not a full-moonlit one."

~~World of Darkness -- specifically from Kindred: the Embraced -- similar in canon to Serena, but not quite the same.~~

[ooc: Slowtime works for me. Vachon's having waaaay too much fun.]

She grins at him.

"Well. Not unless it's after I've hunted, eaten, and shifted back. I don't have to stay in wolf form all night. And that does sound ever fun."

She tilts her head. "So, is it fun drinking blood from a glass?"

~~The mun isn't jotting down that name to look into later. Why would she. She has much other cannon that she's looking into already.~~

[ooc: Great! Night]

A bit of the gold flashes across his eyes at that idea, and he happily returns her grin.

"I guarantee you won't be disappointed," he says with a touch of a predatory undertone.

He finishes off the second glass, considering her question. "On the whole, no. It gets me by, keeps the beast at bay. But most of what Bar serves is just-past-its-prime donated stuff, so the emotional content is pretty bland. It's hard to generate any sort of appetizing feelings in the Bloodmobile chair."

There's a smirk, and it's got that dark edge to it. "Well. Please make sure I'm not."

She sips from her glass, finishing it easily. "So it's about as fun as it is for me to eat a steak, compared to me going into the forest and hunting something down."

She tilts her head. "Just plan no fun. Too bad there aren't like free range people that you coul munch on in the woods."
At least the animals of the woods are free game for her.

He thinks for a moment. "Yeah, that sounds about right. All of the content, but none of the substance. Like drinking expired grape juice and calling it wine. Unfortunately, I get the feeling that most of the patrons of the bar might not take well to the idea of a little human farm off in the forest. And given that there are at least three Slayers here, I try to play nice."

Beat.

"Most of the time."

She grins at him. "As long as you keep off the radar."

She gives him a small pout. "A little human farm off it the forest would be fun though." She doesn't usually eat humans, too stringy, though she's not above it if she's hungry and they're the only thing to eat.

Can you tell that she loves her dark side more than her nice side?

She tilts her head to the side. Probably gives a nice view of her stretched neck and the nice vein there. "So, can your body process regular food?"

The vampires in her world can't eat drink anything but blood. Their bodies won't process it, though she's never seen what would happen if they tried.

There's a throaty chuckle and another flash of fang. "Si, that's the idea."

It isn't really the Slayers that he's worried about running afoul of, necessarily. It's the 800-year-old elder with the overdeveloped sense of conscience who's made it very clear that Vachon is so much cigarette ash if he toes off the line.

Not that it stops him. He's just extra careful to look around first.

The neck view is definitely appreciated, as evidenced by the brief eyebrow raise and the pursing of lips. He's not hungry, thanks to the blood he's already had, but it's a bit like drooling over the dessert cart even though you're stuffed from your meal.

Speaking of which.... The analogy draws his attention back to her question. "As a rule, no, it can't. The body tends to... reject it. Quite forcefully. But in small amounts, it's usually not too bad. Mixing in some wine with the blood, for instance, or a little bit of very rare steak. I've heard of some who have managed to work up something of a tolerance, but I've only met one, and he was a special case."

He says the word 'special' with an undisgused 'rides-the-short-bus' sort of connotation.

As long as you don't get caught for something you do, what's the harm really?

She taps a finger on her chin lightly, thinking. Whether she notices the effect he's having from her exposed neck, is hard to say. There might be some dark humor in her eyes at it. She does love finding what makes people tick and then toying with it. It's part of why she's going to end up dead in her cannon. Though she doesn't actuall know that yet.

"That's too bad. What about substance effects? Like say you feed off someone that was really drunk, would you feel the effects through the blood you take?" She's definitly a curious little thing.

~~Please indulge the mun as he dips ever-so-slightly into fanon.~~

"Now that we get to an extent, yes. It wouldn't do you much good if you were trying to get plastered or stoned, but we definitely can feel it in a muted sort of way."

~~And now back to your regularly scheduled canon, kthxbye.~~

Vachon leans forward, putting his forearms onto his knees, as if sharing a secret. "But it's hardly necessary. We get so much from the blood anyway that it's a rush all by itself. Everything a person is, everything they know, everything they feel, is in every drop of their blood. It's more than just emotion. It's memory, as well. I could drink the blood of a piano player -- just a swallow -- and I could play like him. The effects don't last, of course. A couple of hours, tops. But the pull for new experiences can be very strong. There are even vampires who deal in exotic blood, trading them like fine wines."

She's leaning forward ever so slightly, intent on his words. She tilts her head ever so slightly, like she's listening to something that no one else can hear, when he's done. She's actually going over her knowledge of the vampires of her world.

"I don't think that the vampires in my world get that much from the blood."

She shifts her eyes back to him, and they now have a gold tint to them.

"Sounds intoxicating. How ever do you manage on the blood the bar serves you?"

His voice pitches deeper, thick with passions remembered and hoped for.

"It's bread and water to a starving man. It sustains me, keeps me alive and sane. Nothing more than that."

She makes a hmmm sound, it's just this side of a purr.

"And there's no way for possibly a willing victim, or do you have to kill who you feed off of?"

"It's possible not to kill, but it's very difficult. Takes enormous control. Fledglings usually can't manage it at all. If I was sufficiently full otherwise, I might be able to manage to stop myself after a few mouthfuls, but it's not a certain thing."

She nods slowly.

"Mores the pity. I was thinking that you should find someone to feed off of on a slightly regular bases, but if you can't feed without killing."

She gives a soft shrug.

"Then it doesn't really work, does it."

He shakes his head sadly. "No, it really doesn't. Mortals as a rule have neither the will to resist the pleasure of the bite nor the strength to fend off a vampire even if they could. And when the beast takes hold, it sure doesn't plan to stop. Another couple hundred years and I might have the necessary control, but right now? Too risky to chance."

She makes a hmm sound again as she tilts her head and taps the side of her neck. This is actually done uncounsciously. She's just thinking.

"I wasn't thinking mortal though."
Her voice is slightly distant, as her mind is in a memory, only there enough to talk.

"I was thinking some one whose blood would pack more of a punch." She glances breifly at him to see if he's caught her drift.

Oh, he's caught it like the game-winning pass of the Super Bowl.

He leans forward slightly more, blinking those dark brown eyes in the most innocent way possible.

"And do you have any ideas where I might find someone like that?"

She smirks at him, her reddish brown eyes shimmering with amusement.

"Oh I don't know...any were or being of power really."
She waves her hand idly, like she doesn't have a perticular person in mind. Though she ~~probably~~ does.

He taps a finger against his lips.

"Could be difficult. No telling how many people here might fit that bill, and other people might not be as forthcoming as to their nature as you... have..."

Vachon trails off, as if an idea just occurred to him.

"Hey, you're a were," he says, really milking the moment. "Don't supposed you'd be interested in -- naah, why would you? We've only just met, after all."

So. Very. Innocent.

He plays the innocent act really well. She almost believes it. Really.

She raises an eyebrow at him. She does like pain and blood after all. Not as much as her playmate from her world, but enough that it might be an interesting endeavor.

"I don't know. Didn't you say you weren't sure if you had the control to stop when needed?"

She didn't say no. Well lookie there.

He's had lots of practice at it. Centuries, in fact.

"Yeah, I did say that. I also said that gorging on the bar stock would help those chances. And that if the other person happened to be the type who could send even non-flight capable vamps airborne... well, that might make a difference, too."

He deliberately doesn't look at her as he says this. He looks toward the ceiling with the air of someone just 'thinking out loud'.

She taps her fingers against her knee, keeping a steady rhythm.

"I don't know abut airborne. We just are sweeter, and have more power to our blood, which, at least in my world means that it's easier to fill up without taking all that much."

She tilts her head, watching him intently, though her expression is one that's almost bored. She's never had a problem sharing flesh and blood with some of her pack members. This time? A vampire that she was just meeting.

He might be able to see in her eyes a shimmer of the question of how much she could trust him.

Without realizing it, Vachon is tapping out a counterbeat with his heel. Whut? He's a musician; he can't help it.

"It's something to think about, that's for sure. If the thing were set up right, it could be like a fabulous coffee and dessert course after a fairly mediocre meal."

He finally turns his head down just enough to make eye contact with her.

"Definitely something to think about."

~~So is this mun.~~

She continues to drum her fingers, making the beat slightly irregular. Though there's a soft smirk playing on her lips.

"Question though. Not that I mind pain but, how painful is your bite?"
Her body would re-create the blood cells lost within twenty-four ours, though the bite marks probably wouldn't fade as fast, if he was similar in any way to the vampires in her world.

Both feet are into it now, improvising around her beat. There's probably an answering smirk on his face as well.

"Well, I've never bitten myself, so I can't say for certain. I can tell you from my own experience with others that it's no more painful than a needle stick, and even that only lasts a moment. After that, it gets quite pleasurable."