He shrugs again. "So if there's more than I can deal with at once, I guess I get a waiting list."
"...huh. So what, everybody who bit me would just be immortal? Maybe I'll get a vampire to summon me. I'd still rather use my own magic, though."
He eyes his depleted tray, spoons up the last of the ice cream, and says (somewhat indistinctly), "Sure!"
Oh well, he can always get more. And meeting new people could be fun too.
"This is Brilliance. Brilliance, this is Hihhliir. He's immortal and I just ate so I don't know how he tastes."
"Oh!" says Hihhliir, changing to humanoid form dangling by her knees. "Can I bite you?" she asks him.
"Well, as long as she's not gonna make herself sick or something, I don't really mind either way."
"Hmm," says Brilliance. He engages flight mode so his body doesn't have to support itself mechanically anymore - blood loss doesn't affect him nearly as much as it does biologicals but it affects him some - and continues not to repair himself. Let Hihhliir have however much she can get without him renewing the supply.
"Restore," murmurs Brilliance. The wounds on his neck vanish. He disengages flight. "...You okay down there?"