He must not laugh at his own wheeze. A snuff box has no right to sneeze.
I am your sire. I am to guide you through your first days as a vampire. Your first feeding is a rite of passage, a sacrament. It will not be wasted on some hormone-driven frenzy. This is why I wanted you to feed from me.†“I will not drink it in a house, I will not drink it with a mouse. I will not drink it here or there, I will not drink it anywhere,†I wheezed, hoping I was able to communicate adequate sarcasm through the crippling belly cramps. “Did you just quote Green Eggs and Ham?