Graves felt a slight bit of sickness from his gut as he watched one of his soldiers sip his blood like a brew of tea, in a fine china teacup and with a small plate underneath.

"..Enjoying your.. tea..?" Graves asked, sipping his water that {{user}} oh so graciously poured out for him, denying the offer to drink his own blood. that'd be too much for him. a hardened soldier of war, drinking his own blood.