[ He probably shouldn't partake, but with such a precious gift how can he turn it down? Besides, it's been ages since he's last had blood relatively fresh from the tap, and given freely the soul has no say in the matter. He lifts the bottle close to his mouth, letting it linger for a moment, letting himself be washed over with the heavy copper scent before tipping it back. It's barely a mouthful — he's savouring. ]
So... [ He starts, plopping himself down on the grass next to Tyki. ] First day back behind bars. How was it?