"You still too loud," Andrei said gruffly. He looked over his progeny, though the look wasn't exactly displeased. But it was something he insisted on. A good vampire could be as quiet as the mist when they chose to. A good vampire survived. "You still think about it too much. Or not enough. You should be thinkin' 'bout it so damn much you ain't thinkin' about it."
Andrei's fangs were out before he had his hands on the bag. He quickly punctured the plastic and began squeezing, pouring the blood in his mouth. Andrei had seen a movie where guys drank beer like this - shotgunning it from the can - and he'd taken a shine to it.
He didn't finish the bag though. Half-way through, he stopped and lowered it, holding it tightly in his hand so as not to spill. His eyes narrowed at Leon. The problem with emotions was that if you pushed one set down, another set of them rose up, like a seesaw. "You buggin' about somethin'."