He smirked, staying close to Alex. That was always going to be a bone of contention between them. He knew Alex was shallow. He thought he saw more of the depth when Alex was locked up, but perhaps he'd just had enough. It was hard to find anyone who shared that sort of depth, and he'd really quit looking. He pushed it out of his mind when Alex sighed against him. His fingers continued on.
"Being a vampire isn't easy." He likely shouldn't tell him everything. "I can get blood bags from certain suppliers. Don't get too upset about that either. It's better than the alternative." From the vein. "I had a cup once that was created by a wizard to fill on demand. I lost it about two years ago. It always tasted manufactured like cheap fake leather." He had thrown it away, smashing it first in a rage, not that it mattered. The wizard who created it was no longer around. "I can also drink but I don't have to kill a person to take a bit. Have a cup, don't drain the well. Some people enjoy the feeling. It's very - " intimate "intoxicating, and I really only need a few ounces a day to keep it together." He'd love to drink from Alex, but he doubted that Alex would allow it, which was necessary when it came to those he was close to. "If I'm tuly injured and can't heal myself, blood will do it."