A kitten with milk? Something about the phrase made Sam wrinkle his nose. It was hardly as if he lavished the blood he had to drink, when he did. He had certainly never asked anyone to cut themselves for it - he warily looked over Jigano as if he was about to pull out a knife and make a mess of his chair right that second.
"I don't drink blood. Wh-when I can help it. I don't like doing it. I've never made anyone hurt themselves for me." Honestly, he was a little hurt at Jigano for making such an assumption, his voice taking on a hurt, defensive tone.
"No priests. I wouldn't like it if there were." Drinking was something he found shameful, only ever wanted to do under the cover of night and away from anyone who could see. "Y-you go to the shrine and drink from...I..." He bit his lip and chewed it this way and that, trying to describe it. "...There is a voice, then there is something to drink from. I-I don't know how else to describe it. But I don't hurt anybody."
"I don't drink blood. Wh-when I can help it. I don't like doing it. I've never made anyone hurt themselves for me." Honestly, he was a little hurt at Jigano for making such an assumption, his voice taking on a hurt, defensive tone.
"No priests. I wouldn't like it if there were." Drinking was something he found shameful, only ever wanted to do under the cover of night and away from anyone who could see. "Y-you go to the shrine and drink from...I..." He bit his lip and chewed it this way and that, trying to describe it. "...There is a voice, then there is something to drink from. I-I don't know how else to describe it. But I don't hurt anybody."
