"I do though," Kalous replied, grinning as he too lowered himself to the ground. No, not yet, he told himself, He can live for now. And so he made himself comfortable, shifting his weight, his hands on the pavement as his eyes followed the other man. He could smell the blood seeping from him and it was a temptation he could hardly stand. Focusing instead on his words was a challenge. "Most of what I feed on comes from lower than you." His words were dark, painfully laced with a sort of disgust that one couldn't quite grasp until one had seen the years as he had. "But... you were here, and I... was hungry."
Kalous felt no need to be ashamed, to second guess himself. Why bother?