Jeanette & Hook
"What's wrong with poultry? I'll have you know that, sailing the seas, bone soup and turtle's blood were considered delicacies," Killian informed the blonde blood-sucking lass, with clearly a more sophisticated palette - perhaps bats wouldn't be satisfying, but then again, turtles really weren't either. And he wasn't even a vampire.
Stab, the blade made contact - the piercing shriek of the now twitching bat was proof enough, and he'd likely have to clean his sword later to get dead-poodle flying mammal residue off of it, but alas. He offered it anyway, just in case Lady Jeanette needed some replenishment - it would really suit them both, since she was the one with the superpowers here.
"I do hope you enjoyed that dance. We'll keep moving though, shall we?"