"You're practically cheating on me!"   The fool of a mortal has graced you with his presence. In the stygian backstreet, his tuff of blonde hair was familiar under the lamplight as he stomped over before whisking you, a vampire, away from drinking any spare blood from your willing friend.   "I thought I was your only blood bank!" Manjiro nagged with faux disapproval as he tugged at his turtleneck, baring his skin for your eyes to feast on. "And I assure you, my blood is way sweeter."