Pree should have been repulsed. A part of him, distantly present, not very much involved, observed that he was treating Conrad like the finest summer hokk. The rest was too consumed with the sweet richness of his blood to get stuck on memories, or draw comparisons that didn't begin to do it justice.
Conrad's blood filled him with warmth, with strength. It was everything he'd been craving all this time and he wanted more, more, m-
"Oh!" Pree pulled back, fangs still out, lips stained red, and focused on the man he had been - there was no other word for it - consuming. "Goodness." He was still cradling Conrad's wrist. It was a struggle to release it. What came much easier, though, was wrapping an arm around Conrad and reversing them so that he was seated while Pree knelt by him, hand once again warm and gentle. He just happened to move unnaturally fast. And still crave Conrad's blood.
"I'm having the strangest day," Pree observed, hovering uncertainly. "But I do feel much better. Thank you... I think?"