"And you were her first," he finishes for her. Because he knows what that's like. To be the first feed. He wonders how it went, how near she got to death herself. Not out of malice but pure curiosity. Because he can still remember feeling the life drain out of him, blacking out only to wake up in his own bed, half sure all of it had been a dream. It's not easy to forget.

The last piece of the puzzle. Mortal blood.

"I'm glad you're still with us, certainly."

Because that could have gone very wrong.

"How long ago was she turned?"