"O negative, actually." Christof stated in such a matter-of-fact way, that it made him sound like he was simply reading off a grocery list. He shifted his gaze from the newborns to look at Viorica, a shark-toothed grin materialising on his face. "He was a fast runner... but not fast enough." The tang of blood radiated from the numerous bowls, and he watched in mild amusement as the fledglings finally began to give in to the iron hunger in their stomachs, some more so than others. Despite the fact that he had just fed, the heady scent of blood still beckoned to Christof. Fortunately, after all these years, he has acquired a modicum of self-control over these matters.

Christof watched as Viorica took the first draught from the blood bowls. He was momentarily distracted from the affair when Evelyn finally took a seat. At this, a derisory snort escaped from him. Why she couldn't just pull out her own chair was beyond him. They were all the same, bloodsucking monsters now, what was the point of masquerading as the shades of their previous lives? Of course, some of his companions would beg to differ, but he has kept the same perspective throughout all his years of undeath. Another glance at Evelyn, and Christof saw that she wasn't drinking yet. He had to suppress yet another snort at this. The female vampire would probably let herself starve to death if it meant upholding proper decorum. Leaning back in the cushy chair, he simply kept his eye on the situation at hand.