Daniel let out a chuckle. It sounded hollow, empty, as if he lacked the warmth of emotion.

"Good point."

He met her eyes for the briefest of moment, before he turned his back on her and flipped the pages of a novel... Frankenstein.

"In case you were wondering," he murmured softly. "I do feed on humans."

He was careful though. Always careful. He never turned them, never killed them. And lately, he'd started drinking from blood bags.