Milo woke up a little before Aries did and could hear him moving around downstairs. He's already made a phone call to have his friend drop by later the day to deliver more blood and give the red head a physical examination. Or at least try to. Truth be told Milo was becoming more worried and as he made his way down to the kitchen to make his own meal he became more worried still at the site of the untouched mug.<br/><br/>He made his own meal, blood packet dipped in the boiling water on the stove before he poured it into a mug. He didnt bother making one for Aries. He wanted to man to wat, but wasting blood wasnt something he could do freely. He sipped his mug, lingering by the couch and giving a frustrated sigh.<br/><br/>"Will it be better or worse for you if fed from me? You seem to hate me, so hurting me shouldnt be a problem." He asked. He was tempted to cut himself. Just to get the scent in the air, but he thought that might be going to far.