Cooper pulls out two bags of blood from the fridge and pours them into a pair of mugs. About thirty seconds in the microwave and they're at about the temperature that a warm body would be. He hands one over to Joss and sips his own at the other end of the couch.

"That's a first," comes the automatic response. Cooper bites his tongue and goes in for another try. "I mean, help with what?" Joscelin was a proud vampire, and if he had come here for assistance, it meant the situation was really serious.