Jimmy couldn't pretend he agreed with any of this, his voice died in their conversation and he brought up his lace white bible and flipped a few chapters to Corinthians.
Jane didn't particularly like the taste of virgin blood- sure, it had a special sort of flavor to it, but it lacked...experience. It was too clear, too pure. Jane had long since stopped trying to grasp at his lost humanity by taking victims of no experience; sure whores had their shortcomings, but at least they tasted like something.
Meanwhile House was already canvasing the area for any delectable treats. There were many to choose from: ranging from well-to-do men and women of society to the servants along. Tonight, he wanted blood that tasted like French wine..."Are you two going to bitch and moan to each other all night? I can't keep bringing in the bacon for you."
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