If the change to Mick's eyes bothers Long he does not show it. Like he could talk anyway.

Long's heartbeat is steady, steady and strong. As far as people who can take some blood loss and be fine, Mayland Long seems to be a good choice so far.

"What, Taxon? No, Taxon is not... it is a mixed blessing and a curse, but I was thinking more of our respective.... identities. What you have done in a past life to be... what you are, and I what I am. It begs the question."

Long's eyes wander back to the blood leaving his body, intrigued again. It looks black rather than red in the moonlight.

"What does blood taste like to you, if this is not too tactless a question for me to ask?"