He was not very good at sharing. Talking about his vampiric nature was difficult, seeing as he hated it so much.

"I'll make a note to lead with that one next time," he said by way of a half-hearted joke. Devin had been apprised of the Hotel's existence, but hadn't thoroughly investigated it yet.

"So long as it's not rancid, it'll do," he answered. "And my requirements are not drastic. A pint would suffice for a week or two." So on the order of the average donation a human would make to a blood bank. Not enough to kill them by far. "My name is Devin, by the way, as it seems we haven't introduced ourselves yet."