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Fine, I'll get you a glass.

( he makes a face and disappears for a few seconds. when he comes back, he has a glass. he bites into his wrist, grimacing and then turning the blood flow into the glass. )

Good stuff right here. Tasty.

[ Spock eyes both the way "Roger" tears his wrist open and the resulting glass of blood, but he says nothing until it's offered to him. ]

I find the taste of blood to be mildly unpleasant.

[ He reaches for the glass, but his hand is shaking too much for him to hold it steady. ]

Yeah, that doesn't surprise me.

( frowning, jim crouches closer and reaches for spock's hand to steady it. he guides the glass to spock's mouth and nods. )

Drink.

[ A faintly arch glance, but Spock props himself up as much as he's able and slowly sips at the glass. And then more rapidly— quicker and quicker until he's gulping down the blood, messy spills dripping from the corner of his mouth, his breath coming sharp and hard. ]

( jim feels weird just standing there and watching so he goes back into the kitchen and grabs a towel since spock is being messy.

he gives the other man a few moments before he comes back in and passes it to him to wipe his face. )

[ When "Roger" returns, Spock has finished the glass. Blood is still red on his chin, and he is staring at the now-empty vessel, unblinking. His eyes are wide — too wide, the pupils large and round, like a cat poised to pounce on its prey.

At the sound of "Roger's" footfall, Spock jerks his head around to stare at the man. He blinks. Some of the daze fades from his expression. ]

I will be returned to adequate condition within an hour.

[ Flat. He sets the glass down, takes the wipe, and begins tidying himself without comment. ]

Congratulations on surviving.

( jim sits down and stares, unblinking, at spock before he sighs and rubs at his face. )

That was the most excitement that I've had in awhile. Thanks for that.

You are implying I am in some way responsible for your actions.

[ Maybe, just maybe, the faintest hint of dryness to his tone instead of the raspy flat in the middle of dying one.

He stares back, equally unblinking even as the man looks away. It's reminiscent of a cat staring at some strange, unfamiliar person, equal parts fascination and wariness both. ]

As you have now saved my life and I am indebted to you, I would appreciate being given your name.

[ He is not calling this man Roger. ]

Didn't believe the Roger thing, huh?

( smart. jim grins mischievously and then shrugs. he hadn't thought it would be believed. )

It's Jim.

( he nods. )

Pleasure's all yours.

You did not make any sincere effort to convince me that Roger was in actuality your name.

[ A flicker of an eyebrow at that mischievous grin, but Spock stifles the flare of annoyance. At least he can be reasonably certain that this is actually the man's name. However— ]

I do not believe any part of this night could be called pleasurable.

I don't know, watching you have to rely on me was kind of pleasurable.

( he doesn't mean that completely but he shrugs. )

How are you feeling? Any better?

I am marginally improved. [ If nothing else, the wounds are slowly sealing, even if he still looks torn up. ] It would still be suboptimal to engage in an additional physical altercation at this time.

[ Slowly, Spock pushes himself upright — all the better to eye Jim with open curiosity. ]

Considering our meeting, I find it highly questionable that you have taken pleasure in my need for your assistance.

I'm glad I was able to help. I don't know if I'd say I'm taking pleasure from it but I'm still glad to help.

( he shrugs a shoulder and sits back. )

Plus, I like trashing your assumptions of me. I know you probably thought the worst.

I made a reasonable evaluation of you based upon the available evidence at the time.

[ Read: he definitely thought the worst. And he does not feel in the slightest bad about it. There was reason. If Jim did not wish to be thought poorly of, he should choose less shady bars to hang out at, with less horrible blood-drinking monsters as fellow patrons. ]

Your propensity to provide aid to a stranger is unexpected. [ He tilts his head, a bit like a bird. ] Particularly as you initially proclaimed a lack of desire for involvement in my hunt.

Yeah well, I didn't want you to get yourself killed.

( call him a bleeding heart or something. he doesn't regret his choice. he shrugs. )

Not all vampires are monsters.

Apparently not.

[ His tone is thoughtful, the words slow — considering. ]

But you do not seem to mind the company of monsters.

[ Again, he thinks of Jim as they'd first met, lazy and insouciant in the bar. A stark contrast to the man who refused to abandon him in the den, and who willingly gave his blood to keep Spock from dying. ]

I don't.

( and he makes no apologies for that one. he shrugs. )

It's not like humans want to spend a lot of time around me.

[ A soft hum of acknowledgement, though Spock does tilt his head, giving Jim a thoughtful once over. ]

You are attractive. It would be relatively simple to conceal that you are a vampire should you desire amiable human companionship.

You think I'm attractive?

( yes, that's what he focuses on because of course. he raises an eyebrow. )

Didn't know you'd noticed.

It is a patently obvious fact. The saying is that I am in possession of eyes.

[ That's not the saying, but oh well. A blink; is Jim somehow unaware of his own physical appeal? ]

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

( ever heard of that one before? jim smirks. )

Not everyone's going to think the same way you do. So, it's nice to hear that you like the way I look.

[ Spock has in fact heard this colloquialism. His brows furrow. The man before him is objectively an attractive human, but he does not care to argue this fact. Far more importantly, the point of his statement is being missed. ]

Enough humans would agree with my opinion that you would have little difficulty engaging with them.

Your compliments need work.

( but it makes jim laugh and he gets up to go get himself something to drink. water not blood. )

You been doing this long? This stalking and hunting vampires that you don't like?

It was not intended as a compliment.

[ A bit blankly, surprised in the face of Jim's laughter. Considering their current situation, outnumbered and in hiding, such good humor is entirely unexpected. ]

I have been trained as a hunter since I was a child. I do not hunt vampires simply because of a personal dislike.

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