Lifting the cup, Rex nearly fell back in his chair. As white as he was from his loss of blood, he lost a few extra shades of color at the idea of drinking blood. "Honestly... don't you think coffee will be sufficient? Or ok, I know that's silly.... how about if I have a very rare steak?", even that being difficult to fathom.<br/><em>(and yet, a voice in his head... which could only be that from perhaps an alternate universe... or another realm where he was a very different creature, nearly laughed at his revulsion... fool, you have no idea what kind of creature you are)</em><br/>Angry at that phantom voice in his head, Rex chugged down the blood... choking and sputtering... but he did get it all down.<br/>"Thank you... I think", smiling weakly. Looking down, his coffee cup was full again. How, how, how do they do that?<br/>"Aoi, you said stronger than normal human blood? I admit, there is something else about me that isn't normal... something I'm still trying to get a grip on. But you, how or why is your blood different?"