It was warm, Callum supposed. Stiflingly so. His heart had finally slowed to a more relaxed pace, figuring he really wasn't in any danger at the moment. He glanced up at Eika when she spoke.

"I thought he was planning on doing...something else entirely to us. Didn't you think so, too? You can't tell me you would have been fine with that."

He sighed and averted his eyes to the far wall. "I'm not a fan of vampires. The only thing I've ever known from them is cruelty and destruction. The way I see it, we're nothing but food to them...and a source of warmth for this one, I suppose. Our emotions, wants, and needs don't matter anything to them if they stand in the way of getting blood because, in the end, we're just objects, right? It just doesn't seem fair to me."