William popped up the moment finger touched Will, and replied, [b]"I've either been up and at 'em for quite some time, or not at all. I have gotten a tiny sliver of memory of how I thought about my personality of some time in the past, and I shall reveal it all to you."[/b]

Doing a subconscious half-drunk-looking stance, which was an unconscious reference to Cap'n Jack Sparrow's stance, he said with emphasis, [b]"I'm very weird, mate."[/b] He even had an accent that sounded quite close, though none would probably know it to relate it. Then he frowned, trying to remember why he had particularly liked it enough to just [i]do it[/i]. Then he shrugged it off and went back to a normal standing position. Wiping some blood off with one sleeve, he refilled his cup, took a deep drink, and set it down.

[b]"Now! Anrah, nice name, your hair is nice too, just unusual, you've drunk some blood, I suspect you'll be fine, but you!"[/b] He pointed to the other girl. [b]"Angel, is it? I know a... I knew, but I can't remember it, ah, well. Anyways, Angel, if we are vampires, then you are going to die if you don't drink. This makes our clocks tick, so to speak, and I'd rather not have someone die in my presence, unless they are a horrible and vile person who wants to destroy the world."[/b] He looks around at all the occupants in the room, completely dispelling his own nervousness and anxiety by going on a roll, and continued, unhindered, interrupting any and all who tried to break in. [b]"I don't think anyone here is a horrible and vile person who wishes to become Dr. Evil... where do I know that from..? Gah! I speak straight from the mind, say things I can't remember, so aggravating... anyways, I don't think anyone wants to take over the world, and so I don't suppose I shall call in dinosaurs to kidnap you and eat you. Angel, see, we're all very pretty. The Fates, or whoever makes the world go 'round, would hate to allow any of all our pretty faces to die, yeah? Drinking blood that was willingly shed from someone who is still alive is much better than eating a hamburger- a cow died to make that hamburger. So really, drinking this blood is much nicer and better for the world than eating a hamburger, because stuff still lives!"[/b] He raised his arms, raising his voice a little with the last part for emphasis.

Putting his arms down, he circles around his chair and walks forward, gently snatching one of the untouched cups from Mitch, and holding it out near Angel. [b]"We all must drink. It has not poisoned me; I think clearer and faster than I ever have before. I feel alive, see, and no one died to make me feel this way. Please drink; no one here, I think, wishes you to starve."[/b]

He gave her the most charming smile he could manage, feeling fake while doing it, since he thinks his smiles just look horrible, and struggles with the unease of talking to a pretty girl. Being a bookworm, and even holding on to one so hard that he kept his book, he figured that this was natural, and forced down his unease. Increased thought told him that he was probably an outcast, and being weird was just covering his insecurity or something. Nevertheless, he would get this girl to drink, so that she will not die, if vampires are following the old, old stereotypes.