Well for one thing, a bullet wouldn't hurt me. [Slight frown.] That is, normally it wouldn't but here with most of what I can do stolen away, who really who knows what the dang rules are.

Anyway, getting drunk is nothing compared to feeding. The headrush, the physicality an' the taste--

[He shuts up, silently wills away the fangs from popping. Not gonna do it, not again, noooooope. Just a charming smile instead.]

Anyhoo, I think we are gettin' waaaay off track with, ah, whatever lesson this was.