action;
[ He's definitely given this a little bit of thought on his way over here; toyed with the idea that this might prove to be useful someday. ]
I'm trusting you now. [ Sort of. He'd be very disappointed if Helen breaks this confidentiality thingy because she seems like such a nice lady and it would be a shame to have to snap her neck and all that. ]
I'm a... one hundred and seventy plus year old vampire and sometimes I do things that I don't have to do. [ He pulls a wooden stake out of his jacket pocket and before the good doctor can stop him, he stabs himself in the stomach with it, grimacing slightly as a gross amount of blood stains his three hundred dollar shirt. Maybe that really wasn't such a good idea after all. ]
...a little help here, doc? [ With some difficulty, he attempts to pull the stake out. ] I am... really hoping you can help me before the bots get here because if you're my key to avoiding punishments, we're going to be such -- good -- friends. [ Now if only he'd used a number 2b pencil instead. ]