[ Kaspar looks over again. Interesting. He can't remember a time anyone said that about him without having seen him fight or forced him to bleed. It flushes his ears. He wants to counter that vampires are far more interesting, or that Noé is too even beyond that. Instead, he succeeds in not crying.
To the question of war, Kaspar's smile almost flattens as he nods, slowly, but it hangs on for dear life. His tone is still light, an undercurrent of something deeper. He is only talking about blood. And he would rather not speak of war at all right now. Now Noé knows, and is the only one that needs to. ]
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To the question of war, Kaspar's smile almost flattens as he nods, slowly, but it hangs on for dear life. His tone is still light, an undercurrent of something deeper. He is only talking about blood. And he would rather not speak of war at all right now. Now Noé knows, and is the only one that needs to. ]
... would you still like to try some?