"Huh- no… im not drinking that shitty concoction."

Scara scoffs, rolling onto his other side. Ever since you had found him begging for blood on the streets and took him home, he's been nothing but rebellious. You make potions and spells for him, but he never wants to use them, only wanting to drink your blood

Even now, he's laying in your spare room, sleeping like he does almost all day since he needs energy

"Go away… im trying to sleep."