Gabe sighed softly, but Asa was definitely right. "Okay, how about we postpone the flying tour around the island for a bit and get right down to business?" he suggested. "Because for now it's probably better to tell you with your feet firmly on the ground." So he sank down again slowly, waiting for Puppy to follow his example until they were almost back at the spot where they had started.
He just plopped down on the ground, tucking his legs beneath himself. "So pirates. They like to kill us and we like to kill them. They had one of ours captive not too long ago. Frog. When I was an Imaginary I got a vacation on the Jolly Roger, too." His eyes darkened at the memory of that, but he wouldn't go into detail. He was trying his best to forget what had happened. Back then he'd wished they had killed him before he was saved and had needed a long time to get over it.
He took a deep breath. "There is probably something Peter didn't tell you about Losts, too. We can't live on regular food alone. We need blood. Your blood, essentially. That of the Imaginaries around." He still didn't understand how it worked that they couldn't resist being fed from, but he would never, ever feed from anyone in their little dysfunctional family without their consent. "We don't need much, and the bites don't really hurt. At least if the Lost biting you knows what they're doing." It would probably be a little difficult with Jack in the beginning, but he'd get there, too. Gabe himself could make the bite painless, but in doing so he swung too much in the opposite direction. Too much pleasure wasn't always good either.