[ Xenk tilts his head. He must have phrased this poorly, as he is so wont to do. Words are hard for him. Especially so when he's had two glasses of wine, half of a glass of water, and was previously holding hands with a vampire.

The touch was gentle. Kind. He enjoyed it not for its warmth, but for its coldness. It was an honest thing. Now he finds he misses it. Truly strange, when the moment was so fleeting. ]

I meant only that my blood supply is endless. And as a willing participant, it would save you much time.

[ His other hand joins the other at his glass and takes another sip. See, he thought the whole thing out! Well, kinda. It's too bad it wouldn't work. ]

Alas, it is surely necrotic. Tyr's blessing cannot neutralize the effect of the curse.