"Can you even eat? Human food I mean, seeing as you drink..." Darcy trailed off, not wanting to finish her sentence. The mention of his race brought dull shivers up her spine, she wasn't expecting a Count Dracula at the camp. "I don't mean to offend you, because I will come to the Hall with you, but I was just wondering if you only drink gross red stuff that happens to come out of bodies. Yep, that is what I meant." She bit her bottom lip, wondering now what [i]he[/i] would think. Because she was still daydreaming about unicorns and Bartholomew.