Violet knew he shouldn't be around people right now. It'd been too long since he last fed, and his throat was burning with thirst. But he was sitting with Danny on his couch, and though her lips were moving he wasn't hearing a word she was saying, the sound of the blood in her veins too overpowering. His eyes stayed fixed on the pale expanse of her neck, and he stayed absolutely still, fearing any movement would be towards her. "I- uh, what was that?" He asked, his voice hoarse and distressed.

   "I own about twenty bath bombs, but I haven't used a single one."