Jean looked horrified when she said it like that. Was that really a horrible thing for him to want??? He looked at her searchingly. He didnâ€™t understand why he wanted it but there had to be a reason. It didnâ€™t make sense otherwise. Unless he was a cannibal. Was he a cannibal? No. That just didnâ€™t feel right. He relaxed when she said something that told him he wasnâ€™t a cannibal. Vampire? He was a vampire? Yes. That felt right. She said it was natural for a vampire to want blood. Good. Meant he wasnâ€™t being freakish. That it was okay that he hungered for such a strange food. â€œWhy are you clutching your neck like that? Iâ€™m not going to attack you...â€ He said. Kind of hurt for some reason that she held such little faith in him. Though he on the other hand couldnâ€™t blame her. She didnâ€™t know him at all. Hell. Right now he didnâ€™t even know him. Just something told him he wouldnâ€™t attack her. He stood up as he heard the nervousness followed by her telling him to follow her. He did so. He sat down at the table where she had place the bowl of soup. Stew. Whatever it was it smelled good. He took a sip out of it. It was good even if to him it was bland. He took a piece of meat and ate it. His fangs shredding it easily along with the rest of his teeth. He looked at her. â€œThank you for the food.â€ He said. His stomach really wanted blood but he would take what he was offered. Besides...what if he didnâ€™t remember control because he didnâ€™t remember anything really? He continued to eat. He couldnâ€™t tell her it was good or not because to him it had no flavor. Food in general had no flavor. "What are you thinking about? You have a thoughtful look on your face." he said suddenly.