Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time While Sam liked sugarcoated answers, Remi's honesty was depressing enough to be believable. He knew they likely weren't safe in here - it was why he was as upset as he was - but the immediate danger of the snow had passed. He didn't know what it would have done to him. He was unable to feel pain or cold, so he likely would have just laid there until his fluid completely drained, alone in the dark. It didn't bear thinking about. A hand on his shoulder made him shoot his head up, looking at Remi in the dark. The other man likely could not see as well as he, he realised. It was probably even more unsettling for him; with a sigh Sam tried to force himself to calm down a little, though the drained feeling in his chest stopped that from being entirely possible. "I-I need...like in the cave." He hoped Remi would remember without his having to actually name the act. "I'm...weak. I would have gone to the sh-shrine today after my walk. But without something, I'm going to...I'd..." Die...? Sam didn't know. But no matter what, it wouldn't be good. He didn't dare suggest the obvious, claim ownership on the body surging with life before him, but the thought passed his mind. But Sam knew immediately he'd rather suffer than ask Remi for his blood. It would prove everything - bloodfiend. Vampire. "I don't know what to do. B-but I need to drink b-b-b-blood."