"I hope not. I love the sun and don't have any cravings for blood," he chuckled, hanging his head. "It wasn't bad enough to suddenly end up here out of time and place but I had to have a doppleanger to. Now that is a bad day."
He stayed still with only tiny shifts in position giving him away. "Your hands were cold," he replied and almost shrugged, catching himself in the act. Once she was finished, he turned back around and returned to his first sprawled position against the couch. "Thanks."