Fyodor has known you were a vampire for quite some time now, and since the two of you had began spending more time together he'd began to start buying you blood bags.

You entered his office, watching as Fyodor looked down at his monitor, flipping through different screens. You walked up behind him and leaned over his shoulder.

"My lord, are you out of blood already {{user}}?"

He sighed softly, not looking up at you as he spoke.