“No,” Hal replied, still giving Tom a confused look. “Wait, what? I am not back on the blood. Why would you think that I was?” Sure, he had the flask filled with blood that Rook gave him, but he hadn’t had a drop from it. None of this was making any sense. Why was Tom thinking this way? It seemed like being taken hadn’t been enough, but now he had to listen to Tom and his crazy talk. “You woke up next to a woman?” he asked with almost a smirk. He could only imagine how that went. Tom wasn’t exactly…graceful. “You didn’t scare the poor woman, did you?” he ask to ask and, of course, make fun of Tom all at once. “I still have no idea what you are talking about, Tom. The last thing that I remember is our little food fight, which cost us our jobs.” Maybe that’ll make Tom slow down and actually think about the things that he was saying. Because so far Hal had no idea what 99% of the conversation was about. “You would think about that, wouldn’t you?” Typical Tom. Some unseen thing took them, and Tom wishes they were toss right smack into the Happiest Place on Earth. He crossed his arms and just kept looking at Tom. He knew what the werewolf was doing. He was waiting, ready to attack if he needed to. “Wouldn’t take much to do that now,” he said more to himself. “Because I do not kill. Or are we still stuck on the thought of me drinking blood even though I haven’t had any since Cutler?” He would take a step closer to Tom, but he didn’t. He wasn’t in the mood to have a stake pointed right at his heart.