Rogal silently followed Alex into the cafe and sat down next to her on the couch she led them to. Rogal noticed how nice the couch was , sitting deeper into it as he lost himself slightly in its softness, while he watched Alex open the bag of blood and poured it into a glass and then sipped a little from it. The sight of the blood brought up some memories he had tried to bury, painful memories of things Adolphus had him do while he was in his service, and he shivered a little but smiled. "How's the blood?" he asked.