The fangling wasn't as cold and calculating as the vampire who so easily manipulated him to attack a drugged student. And today, he was working through a tiny hangover.
Sitting straight in the chair with his hands in his lap, Ben tried to keep his eyes on Jack but was failing. "You're welcome, Mr. Cavanaugh," He began and then went silent for a moment. "I attacked another student and left him in a cold janitor's closet. I..I have no excuse for hurting another student."