"It's not, they discourage hunting here - consensual feeding is perhaps a different story but they also have blood bags at the clinic for when you're desperate," Graham explained, though the look on his face obviously said he never went down that route. Because the idea of drinking from a bag and not hot blood straight from the vein as nature intended was an insult.
It was in a vampire's nature to hunt, prey, kill - and so easy to give into the soulless cycle and just let it happen. He was a bit more discerning with his meals but others weren't - they'd pick anyone. Keeping your humanity was quite the slippery slope after you were turned.
Anyway. If he could find someone to go into Atlantic City with, who didn't mind a little hunting and carnage? He'd express interest, since he usually ended up going alone. Mircea just didn't like it, for reasons Graham didn't understand but wouldn't press, and he knew Lenore wasn't a fan either. He'd taught her how to drink from a human without killing them - but Graham couldn't always promise he wouldn't.
"But like I said, I go occasionally. If you've ever got to pick anything up from there, let me know. Company's not bad."