"Addictive blood." He tugs the stained handkerchief out of his other pocket, displaying it briefly on an open palm before he tucks it away again. "I don't know what she was planning to do with it, but I have to admit I'm not thrilled about anyone stashing away any shit that's that addictive."

Alcohol and cigarettes, he can live with, they're all grown-ups. Heroin and vampire blood he'd rather keep under stricter control.