He could be settled, he could focus on the other man. He could tell himself that he hadn't been stupid enough to ignore his thirst for as long as he did. Cold just didn't do it like warm, fresh blood did. He could lie to Blair all he liked, and to himself, but under it all, it was the truth. He needed twice as much of the cold stuff to do the same thing hot blood did. Wiping a hand through his hair, he almost sighed. He'd been stupid, that was for sure, and now this almost stranger was concerned about him.
Did he tell the other man the truth? Usually he probably would have held back and given a short answer but he really wasn't his usual self. He didn't answer at first, however, but once he did, he gave a small laugh, shaking his head. "I am not one to murder my victims. To make that not a possibility and to protect her further, I stayed locked in with my ghoul, Blair. It's been almost three days since I've had real blood." It bothered him sometimes, that his maker played such a large role in him, even though the man had ditched him after only a short time. If he had to guess, it was probably why he had such a problem with bagged blood. Even if he warmed it, it did nothing. Fresh was the way to go if he really wanted to be sated. "And I cannot bite her again so soon."