He grinned, because drinking blood out of a bottle, bag, or mug would never compare to the thrill of the hunt, whether it be an animal or a socialite with a finely powdered neck and wig who made the mistake off leaving early without a proper escort. He used to enjoy hunting and was still good at, even without the finesse of his vampire instincts. A few centuries worth of practice and you didn't need a sensitive nose and other sharper senses to track something down, it just took longer.

"Butcher isn't always an option. In a small town away from the bright lights of Hollywood, you'd definitely raise suspicion. And at least this forest is full of decent-sized and tasting wildlife. Back in the day, it was usually rats. Especially on ships." He grimaced. "I sincerely hope you never have to eat rats."

They'd have something more to talk about, should her daughter ever come up. Angel's got a half-vampire/half-human kid of his own.

"Makes sense. Not pleasant sense, but sense. Place like this with this many intersecting worlds and realities, there's bound to be a couple of look-a-likes out there. A veritable mecca for doppelgänger scenarios."