( She looks… like some kind of monster? It gives him a pause. As much as he’s dealt with the darker sides of life for the past ten years, he can’t say he’s ever seen something quite like her. Or is that just because vampires choose other forms when they feel like it?

Either way, he pauses, then shoves insistently at his food. )

This stuff’s gross. I don’t need it, so just don’t ask about that and take it, okay?

( He hasn’t seen the red moon here, but he’s still afraid to say anything too direct. How to say you’re a vampire without saying it… )

Have you found out anything about what’s going on? I don’t even know where we’re going or why.