[Know that, naturally, "a position of strength" makes him roll his eyes; he does not care about the group's opinions of his personal integrity as long as no one is trying to put a stake in his heart, honestly. It's completely self-serving that he's even considered telling the others just a little, obviously.
Anyway, Fenris' unintentionally mirroring him and hastily unmirroring makes his lip curl in a terrible, asshole vampire sneer, but he holds his hands up and shakes his head, conceding something or other. Maybe just that he's not going to say anything about how alike they are, again. Give him a point for that.]
Certainly not you, you skinny little thing.
[Not Yet (tm) but who's counting--]
Now, either help me find a savory woodland creature or leave me to my supper in peace, hmm?
[He's not really offended, but still, he feels he ought to say something to that affect. He's not skinny. He's a twunk, not a twink. It's a matter of working at it. That said: this is about the time he ought to just turn around and go to bed, but . . .
Instead, he falls into step next to Asterion, glancing down at the ground. Does he know how to hunt? He does not! He is not Dalish! This is not his arena! Which really makes you wonder what he's doing out here, but maybe it's that he doesn't feel like being alone just yet.]
How much blood do you need at minimum? A rabbit? A stag?
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Anyway, Fenris' unintentionally mirroring him and hastily unmirroring makes his lip curl in a terrible, asshole vampire sneer, but he holds his hands up and shakes his head, conceding something or other. Maybe just that he's not going to say anything about how alike they are, again. Give him a point for that.]
Certainly not you, you skinny little thing.
[Not Yet (tm) but who's counting--]
Now, either help me find a savory woodland creature or leave me to my supper in peace, hmm?
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[He's not really offended, but still, he feels he ought to say something to that affect. He's not skinny. He's a twunk, not a twink. It's a matter of working at it. That said: this is about the time he ought to just turn around and go to bed, but . . .
Instead, he falls into step next to Asterion, glancing down at the ground. Does he know how to hunt? He does not! He is not Dalish! This is not his arena! Which really makes you wonder what he's doing out here, but maybe it's that he doesn't feel like being alone just yet.]
How much blood do you need at minimum? A rabbit? A stag?