98.6 Degrees Fahrenheit (open)
Tony spend the first hours after feeding like always. Sleeping about, then getting up and working his new power push out.
He coded up a new cloud system in the past hourse and now spend some time teaching DUM-E how to take apart a Stark Phone and put it back together.
Of course it would be easier just to program the right way to move his arm/claw. But that's not what he built DUM-E for. - He didn't even build DUM-E as assistant either, but that's the story he sticks to.
He's a helper bot. A learning helper bot. If Tony needs him to do anything, he will show him how its done and then lets him practice. With Fruit/Veggie/Milkshakes it had mostly stuck. Now he only messes them up if he wants attention. (Thats what Tony thinks. Could also be that his memory spaces out sometimes. He'll have to look at that.)
"No. That doesn't go there. You're still taking it apart, remember? Oh, you're hopeless. Here, look. Like this."
Meanwhile he instructed JARVIS to heat up one of the blood packages on a small flame until it has the best temperature. His A.I. suggested 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit.
[Dinner is ready, Sir.]
"Don't move a servo while I get it, okay?" Of course the second he takes a step he hears him whirr behind him. He'll have to look what a mess he made later.
Biting the edge off of the plastic container he sucks a small amount into his mouth to taste.
It's still very nasty but at least it's not chilling cold anymore. After a few more mouthfuls he can feel another contra. It kind of sticks to the roof of his mouth.
"Okay. Not any better." He'll have to choose the lesser evil that way. Have nasty blood-remains on his tongue or drink icy blood.
Swallowing the clumpy mess down he'll rather choose the ice cold packages instead. He'll have to suffer through this one. He'd rather not throw blood away. One of the younger vampires might get ideas.
