[He draws back but can only move so far without being ridiculous.]
Perhaps.
[His eyes narrow, brows furrow, body language becomes guarded again. The hunger, he hates it as much as he needs it, and it only worsens when others taunt him about killing. Quick and efficient, or something he'd rather savour? Doesn't he want the blood, its richness and warmth when it's fresh from the hunt? And how he hates siring so much, after taking blood he robs people of their very lives before moving along.]
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Perhaps.
[His eyes narrow, brows furrow, body language becomes guarded again. The hunger, he hates it as much as he needs it, and it only worsens when others taunt him about killing. Quick and efficient, or something he'd rather savour? Doesn't he want the blood, its richness and warmth when it's fresh from the hunt? And how he hates siring so much, after taking blood he robs people of their very lives before moving along.]