"Well they gotta eat something you know." Pratt shrugs. "It's by the coffee, like behind it, so you probably won't accidentally get a mug of blood instead of coffee unless you really fuck up."

Pratt doesn't think any of this is too weird yet, because hey, he just found out vampires are real about six months ago, so he's doing pretty well he thinks. "It's warm so it's not all gross and congealed. I asked Claudia once because the idea of drinking cold blood is somehow a billion times worse than warm."