I'm not feeling an overwhelming need to bite you, so at the very least there is that.

[ Honestly the whole blood thing is very strange. Because on a good day, Elijah has what he'd call a lingering crush on Hank Anderson, his brother's husband. But today it's worse. Much worse. He drank Ezra's blood so he supposes it makes a strange sort of sense. A creepy kind of sense, since blood shouldn't carry emotions but none of this supernatural stuff follows any laws of science, really. ]

Thank you. I'm sure it's in with vampires somewhere.

[ He rolls his eyes, stepping a little closer and giving a faux spin. Werk it, Eli. (This is extremely awkward for Hank, he can't even explain why.) ]

Gran always did know what looked best.