He was glad if the young man was amused, but it was a pity. Ishmael had had no particular need of the knife in the century or so since he’d lost it, and yet, now that it was so close but just out of reach the temptation to take it was almost unbearable.
Like this sort of human who just wandered into his path and did not seem remotely disconcerted by him being a vampire. The sort of person possibly worth keeping around, if Ishmael could find some use for him.
Ishmael feigned shock at the suggestion - well, hardly a suggestion, he didn’t sound much like he condoned it - that came from the boy next. His gasp was a touch exaggerated in his amusement, but still he pretended to harbour that same sort of reluctance, raising an eyebrow. “And would you think worse of me if I did?” It didn’t really matter what a passing stranger thought, but Ishmael was rather intrigued to know.
Like this sort of human who just wandered into his path and did not seem remotely disconcerted by him being a vampire. The sort of person possibly worth keeping around, if Ishmael could find some use for him.
Ishmael feigned shock at the suggestion - well, hardly a suggestion, he didn’t sound much like he condoned it - that came from the boy next. His gasp was a touch exaggerated in his amusement, but still he pretended to harbour that same sort of reluctance, raising an eyebrow. “And would you think worse of me if I did?” It didn’t really matter what a passing stranger thought, but Ishmael was rather intrigued to know.
