Milo hummed softly, finishing his cup and putting it into the sink, ceramic clinking against the metal. "Actually, as terrible as your attitude is, I want you to stay longer." He said. The cup full of blood remained on the kitchen counter. He half hoped he'd find it empty by morning. Suppressing hunger was never a good idea.<br/><br/>"I can't force you, but I'm sure you've noticed things are different with you now. Sounds are much louder, scent are far stronger. On top of that I'm afraid you'll have a hard time going out in the sun for prolonged periods of time without being badly burned and then there's the matter that you still refuse to eat. You seem to be having a hard time even with bagged blood- I can't imagine how you'd react if a someone were to scrape a knee or accidentally cut themselves- whether they be a vampire or a human. Fresh blood is much more tempting."<br/><br/>Milo walked out of the kitchen, going up a set of stairs. "Oh also, there is a guest room up here if you'd prefer not to sleep on the couch."