[His eyes widen when Abduxel reaches out to him; his heart races, but he doesn't flinch or pull away. His cheek feels unnaturally cold, as vampire skin is wont to, but not icy or frigid. It's probably nice in the Florida heat and humidity.
He swallows, and then shakes his head.]
I'm sure. Please, I'd rather not. [Seems he's had enough for the evening.] Can we just... go? For drinks, please?
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He swallows, and then shakes his head.]
I'm sure. Please, I'd rather not. [Seems he's had enough for the evening.] Can we just... go? For drinks, please?