Julian, Gulliver imagined, was probably ridiculously adept at getting blood out of clothing, he was willing to bet although there were still many more frightening, blood thirsty beings living in Shadow Falls. Not all of them were vampires, either. It was a little intimidating. "Hungry," he admitted, biting into his lower lip as he watched the wounds on Julian's neck heal before his very eyes.
He knew if he didn't change the subject he wouldn't be able to wait to bite Julian anymore and the fact that he'd been able to stop himself wouldn't matter. "Someone told me I should put your head on a pike," he told him. "Or a fence." He had been particularly shocked by that, he couldn't imagine doing it to anyone, vampire or not.