He was dead asleep, smiling softly. Dee gently removed his tunic to clean his last mortal wounds, relieved to see they'd stopped bleeding. He was just finishing up when he sensed his current blood source approaching.
The man shuffled into the room and stared down at Virgil. Dee could hear his heart beginning to race, blood pumping through his veins. Virgil's scent must've already begun to change if he could start to enthrall a man even at a distance.
He pouted but pulled away-this fact was demonstruably false btw-Dee just wanted to keep his bloodbank the way he was now-after all, he was his source-that is until he outlived his purpose.
