"In stark contrast to certain individuals, I find myself perpetually short on moments of leisure," he continued, his tone dripping with condescension. He paused, his eyes narrowing with a sinister allure. "Instead of indulging in the banality of black tea, I find myself in the mood for something far more invigorating—a sip of your blood, perhaps. After all, that's the extent of your usefulness, isn't it? There's no denying it."