[ He's decided that if he can't drain them for his ever growing collection of blood at the bar, he'll drown the tribbles at the beach -- sack and all. Not about to share that thought with Elena, of course. ]
I'm doing my job. Being a connoisseur of blood types. This might be a real hit.
What I'm not doing is keeping one for a pet. [ Why would you even, Elena? They're a pest. ]