Somewhere, at the back of Handy’s mind, his conscience nagged at him for seriously considering active predation. Especially right under Joachim’s beak, considering he had promised to avoid this exact thing. However, between his killing of Geoffrey and twisting Crimson’s hoof for a bite in exchange for protection and, by extension, servitude as Handy’s personal mage, he had already crossed too far over the line as it was. Actively preying on people, especially considering he may need the edge, was the next logical step down the stairs of vampirism. There was no real way to come back from that, after all. He’d worry about his nagging conscience when he wasn’t busy, the question now was who, how, and when?