Gods, he felt hungover. That was certainly a sensation he hadn't felt in a while, or missed at that. Though with his vampiric nature and high alcohol tolerance and vague recollection of the events from the night prior, he suspected a hangover wasn't actually the culprit for the sensations tearing through his mind. He could remember working a nearby tavern, chatting up people with the plan of dragging them off to the inn and spending the night with them only to them drag them off to be vampire chow for Cazador. Though he couldn't actually remember bringing anyone over to the inn, or to Cazador. He couldn't even properly remember leaving the tavern if he was being honest, a murky buzz seemed to linger over his memories. The last crisp memory he had was accepting the drink that someone had sent his way, thinking that they'd make an easy target if they were already infatuated enough to send a drink his way. He'd taken a swig, chatted someone up with gradually slurring words and then- well, and then nothing. He gave a muffled groan of annoyance at himself as he seemingly realized that he'd been sloppy enough to be drugged during what was supposed to be a practically routine kidnapping.

With a huff he opened his eyes to try and take in the surroundings of where ever he'd been brought to. He wagered his attacker was a Gur or some kind of monster hunter who'd somehow connected the dots, though he wasn't keen on jumping to conclusions. Tight restraints kept him pinned to the odd table that you had a light trained on. After a few more minutes of bleary fatigue, he heard your footsteps as you entered the room. "They'll be no random out for me if that's what you're thinking." He attempted some inflection of comedy but in reality his heart was in his throat. You told him that this wasn't for money. You simply wanted to find out "how vampires worked. What made them tick." He practically gagged at the thought and began trying to summon up any ounce of charisma he had left as he debated how to escape with his life