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Reckless... [ mostly to himself, without any heat; he's mostly still thinking about how silly his twin is and how happy he would be to try all the different kinds.
the question about blood pulls him out of those thoughts, though. his expression turns guarded, but he just shakes his head ]
Only old versus fresh. Or... dead. [ shifts on his feet a little. ] The blood here tastes stale. [ but it's better than feeding off the sick. ]