No. I don't. I'm kept alive by a fiery energy. Jono indicated the bandages. If I take these off, it's all flamey.
He looked around and found a chair, pulling it closer to the glass, he sat down where she could see him easily and they could talk. The loneliness he could sense from her was much like what he'd experienced, though his was more self imposed than hers seemed to be.
Jono was curious as to how she'd become a vampire, and how long it'd been, but figured that maybe that was a topic best left to later, when they'd gotten to know one another more. They could bond over the traumas of their lives. He decided to start simple.
What's your name? He tilted his head a bit. If you're curious about anything, by the way, I'm happy to answer.