Valken waited for the others to leave and he slowly made his way down the ceiling. His movements became slow and jagged, painful even. By the time he reached her he was hunched over like an old man and his fingers were shivering as if he could have Parkinson's. "I need..to eat something. With out it...my joints rub against each other giving me arthritis and my hard skin can become frail and crackly which could shed shards like glass into my crevasses.. I need to consume to lubricate my body and keep it healthy. I'm saying all of this, because id like to drink from you so that I can kill someone."