Near nodded, eyes fixed on the cup Clark had picked up from the floor. "Ah, just another thing," he began, getting up from the bed and walking to the other man. "I was wondering if there was any blood inside that cup, even if it's just a few drops." It was Near's turn to bite his lip. A little more would be nice... "I'm not thirsty again, but I can't really help asking. Your blood has a very nice taste, you see."