Ava looked like spring. The small red print was kind of like flower petals against a bright spring sky, and it made Rick smile in spite of the disturbing reason for his being here. He had, had time to go home after work, so he was wearing a navy, long-sleeved knit that showed off his broad shoulders quiet well and dark wash jeans. When he wanted to be unseen, as he did right now, he tended to wear dark colors. It was just that he needed to think and not be bothered by running into random acquaintances. The dark clothing seemed to help with that.
And he was so stupid. Rick could have facepalmed himself. Demi-gods. He wanted to know about demi-god sacrifices, not human. Rick had the bad habit of thinking of himself and other demi-gods as humans. He had lived so far removed from demi-god life for so long... Even as long as he'd lived in New York and gone to the Catacombs. He didn't entangle himself in the affairs of others here, and his father had only visited him twice in his 43 years.
"Uh... Actually, I need to change that..." He paused. Still, demi-gods were half-human. He might not be so far off. "Well, no, add to it. I also need the same thing, but in respect to demi-gods."
"I can imagine... Blood is powerful in pretty much any culture you look at. I'm not surprised that some creatures crave it, or need it to survive."