"Probably the only considerable donor here." he said, scowling. But he wrote it down. Perry realized that at some point, she was going to need blood. And he knew that he wouldn't be able to take it from anyone but himself. Joy of all joys.
"Yesterday, you said a stiff drink helped when you went from... Birdy to human. So tell me, Murder She Wrote. Does going from human to birdy do the same thing? And is there anything else that would give you a short jolt?" Translation: No, i'm not giving you any more of my scotch.