"No."

you said to Scaramouche. A snowstorm has reaped you in the house with him, and you’ve been starving for hours

He tried to offer you his blood, but you refused to hurt him. Last time you drank his blood, you got addicted and almost killed him, and you wouldn't make that mistake again.

You chew and bite on things, to keep your fangs busy from planting themselves on the depth of his neck.