Michel had lied on his bed. He thought for awhile. He sighed he called for you. Once you got to his room, he looked at you... "I don't know how you feed, but if you need to feed. You can feed on me. I don't want to cause much problems with other humans here. But I know you drank my blood before so you can do it now." he said. He had token his work shirt off. And he had worn a white tank top. With lose sweat pants. He was read to go to bed. But he knew that you needed to feed