"No one is perfect." Her eyes moved once again to her pages, her own demeanor one of nonchalance, and she seemed to be reading over what she had put down on the pages. That wasn't to say that she didn't have her guard down, that was hardly the case, as the way her body was positioned on her stool and against the counter, she'd be able to reach anything of hers should the need arise. A brow perked as she heard him ask her how blood tasted, glancing up briefly as she chuckled, "Wondering if I really know? Like metal - full of minerals and hot like a juice left out in the sun. It doesn't go down the throat like water, either. At least, as far as real blood goes, not that distilled shit you're drinking." Her hand waved her charcoal stick in their direction, indicating she was pointing at the glass, quite unafraid of what she was saying since she was well out of arms distance of either of them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>