Ishmael seemed to be especially jittery. Monty couldn't remember the last time he had seen Ishmael like this. "Testy," Monty drawled as he made his way into the room and sat himself down on the bed. "Why don't you just go hunt or something. Or did you suddenly decide to become one of those vegan vampires?"

Monty chuckled at the idea. He had allowed Ishmael his blood before, finding it something interesting to do at the time. When had been the last time, though? Monty couldn't remember and obviously his blood was a precious thing. Montys vanity was such that it extended to thinking that his blood just had to be especially delicious to a vampire.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asked, doing his absolute best to keep an actual concern he felt out of his tone. Make it sound like he was merely curious or judgmental instead of the fact that he was somewhat worried.

  

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