"Yeah, true," he says, then frowns. "Wait, in a 'it would get through the ceiling' way or in a 'these would block it' way, because keeping the doors open should let it filter through? And outside probably has a breeze."

"Well the main problem is that we can't very well measure distance properly with you upstairs because of all the obstacles."

Pause. "Should probably check the other end of the hall, at least, see if I can still smell it from there. Which I bet is a yes but still."

So he does so! (He in fact can.)

"This is a very fine balance of ridiculously awesome and ridiculously terrible," Sadde opines.

He nods after coming back into the kitchen. "And it might have other things that make it even worse or even better, so, that's fun."

"...hey, I wonder if your blood also has curative properties."

"Is. Um. Is there any particular reason you're wondering that?"

"Fiction."

"I'm not actually sure I've read any fiction where vampire blood does healing but I maybe watched a TV show with it? Anyway, got any plans for testing it or was that just an idle thought?"

"TV shows count as fiction, and well yeah, but they're gross."

"– I was talking about reading at first," he says. "I'm okay with gross ideas, though, I think."

"I cut myself, get blood on the wound, and same for drinking it."

"N—" he starts, then stops. "That could work."

"N?"

"No that would be a terrible idea how dare harm befall you," he says, rolling his eyes.

He giggles. "That's kinda adorable. In a creepy way. I'll start with something small. Knife?"

He makes a bit of a face but does in fact get Sadde a knife.

First he goes to the regular cutlery drawer because of course Sadde wouldn't want a sharp one, no siree, but then he realizes his mistake and does in fact get a sharp one.

"Okay, so, cut me first or you first? Maybe get some of your blood in a glass or something?"

"… Not actually sure how tough my skin is? But okay, me first."

And so he tries to cut his palm with the knife.

It's actually easier, with his strength!

Huh, okay, he wasn't sure if the knife would be sharp enough.

And then he places the knife down on the table and goes to grab a cup and bleeds into it.

Yay.

"And now, my turn." He cuts himself—just a small cut, on his index finger—and then dips it into Theo's blood. Ew.

This looks just so wonderful doesn't it. Ew. Lucky he doesn't have any STDs or something blood-transmitted.

… Doesn't look to be healing.

"Hmm." So Sadde licks his finger. "...this is surprisingly tasty."

"…… Ew."