It was a bit of teleportation. In truth, he was not entirely sure where it'd end up. Usually, he had a place in mind, it made sorting socks and things so much easier when you found them under the furniture, and you could just wish it back into its drawer. But in this case, he was... uncertain. He just visualized a trash receptacle. Possibly, the nearest such thing is now home to several dirty grapes.<br/><br/>"I don't know. I guess my blood tastes good? I'm not certain how to take a compliment like that." He shrugs his shoulders, and casts a glance around. "Although, really, I think she heard me of my exemplary housekeeping skills. And I must say, this place<em>certainly</em>needs it!"<br/><br/>"Also flower arrangements.<em>Also </em>livelier light sources, considering the extreme deficit of sunlight. I wonder if luminescent fungi would grow down here?" That last question was entirely to himself.