[The hand is taken, but not with a traditional handshake. Instead, he lifts her hand and dips his head politely in a very old-fashioned, gentlemanly greeting. Gently, her hand is then released.

Angela, who dresses as an angel. Does she fancy herself a savior, he wonders? That's neither here nor there; he should get to the point.]

I require blood to survive, once every two weeks at the very least. I have made it a point to make the specifics and conditions clear to those who volunteer.

It is less that I am ashamed, and more that I have no interest in making certain parties uncomfortable. I felt that this should be spoken privately with others rather than announced openly.