"Hm, I dunno about that, love. I got a whole lotta needs." Blame it on the vampirism, he always does. Then again, he assumed his high tolerances to drink and drugs were in part thanks to vampirism and Eccarius proved that's not the case.

With a heavy huff of air, his breath gradually catching back up with him after all that previous exertion, Cassidy props himself up on an elbow.

"How wassit?" An innocent enough question, considering he doesn't know Eccarius' previous "habits".