[i]'Such a lifeless man. He moves, he breaths, and yet he appears as a corpse'[/i] A slow smile spread across his lips and slowly he crouches down before the fallen man. [i]'That smell in his blood, it is definitely disease. It will take time, but I can purge it from him'[/i] As he settles in a couching position his cloak splits open, sliding against his thighs and coming to settle behind him like a cape. Reaching out he touches the man's hand softly. “I can smell it in you. The blood, coursing through you, riddled with a foulness that would soon claim you life if not dealt with.” Looking up into the human's eyes his smile fades even as his eyes darken slightly in interest. “I can heal this, but it will take quite some time.”

His fingers brush gently over the back of his hand, the pale clammy flesh making him cringe internally. [i]'This has indeed been ravaging his body for a long time. I am not going to like this very much. However, he called for me, so I must fulfill his wish'[/i] “I can take you blood into me, draining from you the disease and purifying you a little bit at a time.” He chuckles lightly. “It will hurt, as all healing does, and as I said, it will take a while. During this time I must feed only on you, so you must be ready when it is time. If not, your blood will begin to decay again.” His tongue comes out to slick across his fangs once again, the feeling of them on his tongue making him smile. His hand drops down before he draws it back to rest opposite the other perched on his right knee. “So, human, do you think you have what it takes to become one of the living?”