[At the mention of taking blood from humans, Tobias glances down at the floor, and his expression darkens. Then, he becomes restless and uncomfortable, swallowing his anxiety at the mention of blood rituals and the reference to a certain unnamed demon. His body tenses, a hand bracing the side of the sedan whilst the other curls into a fist, and he feels adrenaline or the vampire equivalent going through him. So when Chilton finally finishes, it takes Tobias a moment to wind back down and consider a reply.
Slowly, and with uncertainty:]
...I don't know. [His gaze goes up from the floor but only as high as Chilton's desk rather than to his face or eyes.] Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I am afraid because I know what I am and what I could do to people, or what I have done. But rarely do I take to the point of death; truth is, I don't really have the stomach for it.
[In fact, he already looks slightly sick and disgusted.]
And if they don't die, they might suffer even worse and become like me. It's more merciful to them if I don't allow that. Back at home, I didn't allow it, but here? I believe you know Miz Kanaya Maryam, she had highly recommended you. Anyway, I knew little to nothing about the circumstances of this world. My arrival was far from ideal, the sun high in the sky beaming heavily, and I had nearly burned up, and was quite weakened. Miz Maryam found me feeding on one of the natives, and might've beaten me dead if Martin hadn't still been alive.
[Seemingly chastising himself, he shakes his head a few times.]
He was the first of four natives I've sired since my arrival. Not that I'd intended to, of course. But then again, when I first fed from Dorian... I sired him, too; it was an accident. But he's special, he's not like the others. Even though we have a bond, he never turned. He's still Dorian Gray.
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Slowly, and with uncertainty:]
...I don't know. [His gaze goes up from the floor but only as high as Chilton's desk rather than to his face or eyes.] Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I am afraid because I know what I am and what I could do to people, or what I have done. But rarely do I take to the point of death; truth is, I don't really have the stomach for it.
[In fact, he already looks slightly sick and disgusted.]
And if they don't die, they might suffer even worse and become like me. It's more merciful to them if I don't allow that. Back at home, I didn't allow it, but here? I believe you know Miz Kanaya Maryam, she had highly recommended you. Anyway, I knew little to nothing about the circumstances of this world. My arrival was far from ideal, the sun high in the sky beaming heavily, and I had nearly burned up, and was quite weakened. Miz Maryam found me feeding on one of the natives, and might've beaten me dead if Martin hadn't still been alive.
[Seemingly chastising himself, he shakes his head a few times.]
He was the first of four natives I've sired since my arrival. Not that I'd intended to, of course. But then again, when I first fed from Dorian... I sired him, too; it was an accident. But he's special, he's not like the others. Even though we have a bond, he never turned. He's still Dorian Gray.