"Call me optimistic, but I think somewhere in there you've got a grain of sense," he said laughing slightly. He looked at Kirley with a little hint of uncertainty, he didn't quite know how to proceed. He moved past Kirley, walking over to place his container of vials down on his book shelf.
He noted the vials were not all sealed, which of course was curious. Also, it made prolonging the inevitable all the more difficult. He took a vial in hand, and in his haste drank it quickly. He could feel the effects almost instantly. He felt his mood starting to settle, his urges calming. He could feel his senses, while still always over active, subduing some. It was a great wash of relief.
But something wasn't right. He turned to look at Kirley, his gaze drifting between him and the empty vial in his hand. It may have been years in his time since he had Kirley had once been intimate, but he never forgot the taste of someone's blood, once he associated it with that person. Never.
Lorcan's expression turned serious. "Whose blood is this? What are you playing at?"