[He looks at the floor. If there's anything that told you he didn't like what had happened, it would be that look on his face.] I'm... I've had enough to keep me in my senses. Damned kid near-enough shoved it down my throat.

Once I've... fed. Properly. I should only need to feed every two to three weeks. [A thought] Or that's how often they feed when they kill... so... maybe more often I'd be able to take less. [You'll have to excuse him looking very displeased. This is going against his grain in a large way.]