William followed Evelyn in a daze, eyes narrowing at the fiesty one's reaction. While he was interested in the library, and wanted very much to grab his book- [i]crap! It's still in the dining hall![/i]- and curl up in a chair somewhere, the blood left an... interesting affect. He barely cared, or could think, beyond the insatiable urge for more blood. He plodded along after Evelyn, feeling oddly attached, or... something, to her. Maybe it was because he felt her as a better type to follow than Vanity? He couldn't be sure; his thinking was muddled. He followed along anyways, except he kept walking when they reached the hall. He didn't stop or look around, just walked to his previous chair, plopped down, and looked around. After a moment of half-focused gazing, he reached out, leaned forward, and grabbed another bowl. He gently pulled it over to him, ensuring none of it spilled, and then very hungrily, very deeply, had more of that crimson liquid.

As he let the bowl drop, and the edge was taken off of his bloodlust, he looked around and noticed a new person. He sat there, thinking on what this may mean for a moment, before pushing it aside. His stomach rumbled, possibly from too much blood too quickly, but he ignored it. He sat back, able to not crave blood so much, and relaxed. He leaned his head back, right in the middle of the tense atmosphere, and promptly fell asleep. Well, it looked like it, someone would have to poke him to find out if he was or not.