"They're right where you left them. Probably dissolving a little around the rims where you drank from them, but they'll hold blood. Might be more efficient just to generate it directly in your mouth, though."

"Practice. That and I'm not being confronted unexpectedly by that thing you're doing now; that'll test any vampire's control if you start doing it all of a sudden, you could get some very violent kisses that way."

"And if you do go so far as to slip up around humans, you cannot be squeamish about it. The Volturi won't stop at killing you, they'll mop up your loose ends too, and it's no good hiding people, one of them can download your whole brain with a touch. They will know if you've ever sparkled or lifted a car or moved too fast in front of a human, and you are not equipped to manage newborns of your own right now."

"Because I didn't want to kill you! Complain about my motives all you like, but I think that one's fairly noble as these things go!"

"You were going to turn me anyway, what damage would it have done to tell me about this when you mentioned all the other things about them and why can't I fucking stop growling!" he growls again. It is very frustrating.

"I was going to turn you if you preferred it to dying," she clarifies. "I can newborn-wrangle but I don't like having to do it with people who didn't get at least the major warnings. Aro's witchcraft isn't a major warning, don't fuck up and he'll never bother with you."

"...fine, no fucking up," he grumbles, and wrestles his anger back down. "We have very different conceptions of what counts as major." He sighs, and it's a wholly voluntary action. "I've deactivated my sense of smell, by the way."

"Oh, good for you, that'll make most activities in public places simpler."

"Yeah." And it'll make him less likely to go on killing sprees. And a count of exactly one murder counts as a spree to him. "Okay, so, what exactly does 'newborn-wrangling' consist of? I guess it's pretty clear I have some work ahead of me. Maybe starting with ignoring the very insistent voice in my head telling me you're a threat and I should either rip your arms off or run away."

"That'll die down eventually. You're more lucid than the average newborn - well, maybe lucid's the wrong word, what with all the giggling, but you have not actually taken a swipe at me and running away from the food was incredibly impressive too. I am here to - should you lose it in front of too many people to easily kill quietly - rip your arms off."

He winces. "Now the voice is very insistently telling me that I should run very very fast. It doesn't want my arms to be ripped off." He shakes his head then sighs. "Could—would it be okay if you didn't eat anyone while I was around? I can produce as much blood as you want, if you boop me you can too, and—yeah. I'd also separately be much obliged if you ripped my arms off if I tried to eat so much as one person."

"I will indulge your squeamishness as long as you supply me with such a convenient power for it," she says, holding out her hand. "I'm not sure I ought to stop you from preying on lone hikers. What's in it for me?"

He boops her. "Erm. Making your witch pupil very grateful and happy?" he tries.

"All right, but if you turn out to be difficult to dismember compared to the standard newborn you can eat all the lone hikers you want, see if I care."

He nods. "Okay, that's fair. I promise I'll try to make it as easy as possible to dismember." He shakes his head. "I should probably find a good excuse to disappear, huh. People will be worried."

"Well, if you can avoid smelling you might be rated for interacting with people in months if not weeks, and you, unlike other vampires, will be able to go out on sunny days. So you could go back to whatever you were doing, potentially, if you behave."

"Practice with your generated human blood out in the middle of nowhere, if you like. But most new vampires have to make do with holding their breaths every time someone has a papercut. Makes it hard to talk."

"Alright, guess I have the better deal here. Even if my turning did take a whole day and change more than others do."

"That was your own stupid fault."

"Yes, it was," he admits. "Still a pretty sweet deal, other than the searing fire in my throat I'm not even traumatised, being a vampire is awesome, everyone should be one." That thought skirts waayyyy too close to treasonous thoughts, though, and the fact that Volturi head honcho can download his mind makes him try to think about something else immediately. Fortunately he's so easily distracted! "Should we come back to my house?"

"Are you sure you want to go into the middle of London on day one? Even with your many advantages? It's nothing on the smell, but heartbeats and really pale people with visible veins are still a thing, and you can barely control your mood, let alone your teeth."