[He watches him groom himself, shakes his head, amused. But that question comes, and he frowns all over again. Just the reminder that things are Not Right is enough to have his vision fading right at the edges all over again, and he sighs, crosses his arms and settles back into the booth.]

It's... This place is fuckin' with me. I'm a vampire. Means I need blood every once in a while. But this place is makin' me want blood when I shouldn't need any yet. Dunno how, but... it is.

[He quirks an eyebrow.]

Your turn. Seriously, how're you talkin' in my head like that?