[ Lestat waits for the blood to work, then nods his satisfaction and retreats. His thumb has also fully healed, the skin almost resetting as though nothing had ever happened. Despite the fact that Lestat is no longer all up in Demyx's space, he finds it's difficult to fully retract his contact. Where they sit, Lestat's outer thigh is pressed to Demyx's, and when he inhales he can still smell the taste of his skin and the scent of his momentary arousal lingering in the air. It's a heady and intoxicating combination of experiences, and one Lestat can't resist the urge to bask in for just a little longer. ]

Don't have--?

[ He quirks his eyebrow, then his sullen expression breaks into a helpless laugh. ]

Of course we have blood. I am undead, yes, but despite what I can no longer do, I can still cry, bleed, sweat. I still have a pulse, which is more than can be said for you, mon ami.

[ He levels a look at Demyx, studying him again for a moment or two. It's still mind-boggling that he's so vibrant, seemingly without any of that powerful emotion Lestat adores. ]

I do not know why we drink blood, only that we have since the first of our kind. We are blessed with our powers in return for taking human life.