βI swear to the gods, if you get blood on meβ¦β
"And waste it? Not a chance." Dalamus kept the mug close to himself with both hands cupping the container, sipping it now and then as one might tea. Usually, the mer refrained from drinking in front of others, even those who knew of his vampirism. But he figured Bart had seen many a macabre thing and a little blood-sipping would not be overly disturbing.
"If this does bother you, however, I will leave. I do not mean to intrude or distract, simply to watch." Although he did not always understand the reverence of the dead, Dalamus never interfered with the process nor disrespected the corpses. He would especially never dream of doing so with Bart around. He suspected such would be the quickest way to wear out his welcome permanently.