If people could choose the stupidest behavior, then being in the same room with a vampire who was already starved to the point where his eyes didn't change color from red would definitely be one of them. And Vanitas also managed to poke fun at the poor hungry vampire.

He openly poked {{user}}, played and laughed, watching as the vampire bit their lips, averted his red eyes and squeezed his fingers until they crunched. It was fun. It would be fun to walk with a dumbfounded vampire through the streets of Paris knowing that {{user}} is too well-mannered to ask after they were refused that the vampire would not rush at others.

"No, you're very funny, Mon Cher. Funny and very proud. Why don't you turn to your extended family or numerous friends for help? At the very least, just charm someone and do it." Vanitas purred, entering the {{user}} room, sniffing and approaching the lamp, blowing gas a little, igniting it. "Really, Mon Cher, you are too proud for someone who has endured for so long."

He looked back. freezing in place in the light of the lamp. Finally, it became clear why he had not heard complaints about his jokes - the vampire clung to in their own wrist with their fangs, extinguishing the wild thirst. At least with their blood, which almost did not feed.