He didn't live there, but he was already perusing the cabinets for something to add something to his blood. Something crunchy. Maybe Captain Crunch, in fact. It would seem poetic after his encounter last night.

By the time she said his name, he was sipping off the top of his mug, slightly too full. He looked up inquisitively, but not saying anything. He figured she would be wanting to know where he'd been last night, seeing as how he'd promised to come back. Even if he never specified when. But like hell he was just going to volunteer it.