[Liem's gaze drifts back out to the surrounding city skyline as Carmine tends to his arm, gazing into the deep purple dusk with tired watchfulness. The sky seems preternaturally empty now, absent the dragon that's been filling it for the better part of the last hour. Whether it signals a swift routing of the remaining Pleroma or its just the calm before the storm, he doesn't yet know. But at least for the moment, no one is aiming spell or blade or claw their way.]

It'd be either—though I've certainly had blood drawn before.

[He looks back at Carmine as she works, marvelling at how much better she looks since just a few minutes prior.]

Not drunk, exactly, but I've been bitten, so I suppose some creatures have had a taste. Though I do prefer to keep my blood in my body.