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[color=gold]"A meal? Definitely not a meal, maybe a snack if I’m being generous."[/color]

A snack. [i]A snack.[/i] What the hell. Was this belittlement or flirtation? Max's brow knotted in perplexion as his mind raced to sort out whether the comment was some variety of vampiric eccentricity or just a poorly-executed icebreaker, but he didn't interrupt. Not that he had a chance to, Morrigan suddenly seemed hurried in his words. 

[color=gold]"Anyway, what I expect is very little. If you think I want to feed on you—you’re mistaken, but after today they’ll cut my supply off. So it’s not like either of us have a choice in that matter. But if it helps we’ll shoot to make it as minimal as possible. Other than that I expect you to focus on your studies and for us to somehow make it through whatever the academy throws our way."[/color]

Max let out a nonchalant hum as the other boy finished, having composed himself while Morrigan was talking. Assuming this vampire was being honest - which, of course, Max never does without at least the slightest suspicion - he seemed tolerable. Averse to treating mages like cattle, but pragmatic enough to not starve himself like that last vampire. He must be newly turned. Or just squeamish about where his food comes from. Max wondered if pulsing jugulars were the vampiric equivalent of those gross videos of how chicken nuggets are made. 

[color=8585ad]"That works just fine for me, provided you hold yourself to the same standards. I don't think I'd be able to handle trailing dead weight around - excuse the pun."[/color] His voice was flat and humorless, but the joke stood regardless. 

[color=8585ad]"You done with this party, or am I gonna have the privilege of watching you have a million [i]thrilling[/i] conversations about Lady So-And-So's dress with these gossiping hens?"[/color] He swept his arm out in a wide gesture across the courtyard for effect, face still as impassive as ever. He didn't look particularly impatient to leave aside from his overall aloofness, but he certainly didn't look invested in staying either. There was a genuine quesion in there, somewhere.

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