Cal simply nodded, there was little use in getting so sentimental, not for a creature like himself that could live for centuries. Yet, as far as vampires went, and perhaps humans as well, he was about as sentimental as they got. He eventually rested back in the grass, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the peaceful moonlit night while the human painted. How would it feel to lay like this under the sun without feeling ill? How did the warmth of its rays feel to humans?<br/><br/>Cal eventually dozed that way for a while until he heard the human rummaging around in the bag, the crimson eyes opening and glancing over to him. The question took him a bit by surprise, but he simply sat up and crossed his legs as he let the human eat. "It is alright. Simply seeing a world that I cannot enjoy normally is satisfying. If I begin to get too selfish then I will want for more than I can have." He said in a loose attempt at explanation. If he started asking for the things he desired, wouldn't he want more and more? It was simply a trait of his kind, to never be satisfied with what they had, to always<i>want</i>. Just as there was always the thirst, a feeling that couldn't be wholly quelled... He didn't need to feel that about other things as well.