Reheated blood is never nearly as good as fresh, but Joscelin takes the mug anyway and drinks. Blood is blood; he's a vampire. It works.

He doesn't miss Cooper's little slip, and the look he gives the other vampire could curdle milk. Why is he even here? There's obviously no love lost between them. But this is a problem he can't go to Jean-Claude with because Jean-Claude's position is far too tenuous without Joss making trouble for him. It has to be Cooper.

He looks away.

"I was cursed. Back...then. I need your help finding the witch who did it."