Lee took the offered glass of wine with a quick thank you but his attention was focused on MacClery as Loretta was already filed into the 'servant' category in his mind. Andrew was telling him a lot of information, forgiving his uncouth outburst and answering all of his questions with calm and clarity. Still, most of what Andrew had to impart was leagues away from what Lee had any notion of. Mythical creatures, blood relations that weren't relatives, ...fangs. His mind stopped there and somehow latched on to the only thing that made sense to him. Money and sex. It wasn't that he was particularly greedy in either aspect or cared about them in that moment, but those were two parts of the conversation he had a grasp on. Soon he was rambling again, though not quite as loud it was just as fervent in its inquiry.<br/><br/>"You were going to have me work for sex? Andrew, I don't dig up corpses and dodge the law for sex. I can get that on my own!" It really did sound ridiculous to him in the present circumstances as it probably sounded to Andrew, but the whole moment was getting very strange again. "Andrew. Andrew you have fangs. Why.  Why in god's...or the devil's...or whomever's name do you have fangs? And..." He paused and watched the blood as it seeped to the surface of Andrew's pale skin. Something in Lee told him this was how one could be a blood relative without being born to it. He took a quick deep quaff from the wine glass in his hand, quickly refilling it. His eyes flicked up, gaze through lashes, at Andrew. He spoke more calmly, clearly, as though he were trying to make it make sense by talk it through. "The whole Addison black out didn't happen, did it. That was you holding me down, wasn't it Andrew. Now I know you don't know what I'm talking about when I say Addison, but it doesn't matter. it just makes me feel a little bit better to know I know some things right now that you don't." It was a little shred of dignity in a sea of feeling ignorant. "But it was you, and you did try to kill me, didn't you. That...: He indicated to the blood and was lured to keep looking at it as he drank again from the glass of wine. "..Your...blood? ...It's got the same smell as the stuff I thought I was drowning on last night. But why would you try to kill me if I was so close to perfect?" He smiled a little; he liked the sound of being almost perfect even if he didn't know for what. "Sounds almost romantic to me, but if that were the case why be so forceful when I was right there with you enjoying your company?" He paused, abruptly changing the subject. "You're offering that to me, aren't you. Why would I want that?" A sharp pang in the whole of his body soon told him. He looked at the wine. He wanted that too, just not quite as bizarrely.<br/><br/>He paused in long thought and when he looked to Andrew again it seemed he had come to some small conclusion of sorts.  "I think I'm starting to know why..." He set the glass aside, his eyes remaining on Andrew's, and took the other's hand lightly. "...but don't think for a minute that I won't be mad once I figure all this out." He leaned in to slowly lick along the length of Andrew's finger and was utterly surprised at how non-offensive it was to him.  In fact, it was delicious, like treacle on bare flesh in an erotic moment. He felt the thick fluid on his tongue and savored it like a drink tasting. It really wasn't much different than other forbidden fluids that had been on his tongue and it's sensation of instant vitality shot right to the parts of him he would have expected. He quickly took another blood laced finger into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it savoring it, letting its strange life infect him with its pure intoxication. "Andrew..." He whispered. "Andrew, you're dragging me into something I know nothing about...Tell me. Tell me that it's not my undoing. It's no prize to win over a man with no knowledge of the game he's been made to play..."