[that gets a wave of the hand] No worries, I have been capable of recognizing the thoughts as intrusive thus far. And well, we are on my 'home turf,' some would say. You would be very quickly dealt with if you caused any trouble.

[one of the reasons he's been sticking around sanctuary a lot, to be honest. he moves to one of the drawers of nearby desk, pulling out something that looks like a little gun only with a needle and vial attached. for extraction rather than administering, in this case.] That we can.

[he puts it into the crook of his arm, turning so robby can see. a hiss and the little vial fills up with blood, purely red at first until the dim light of some of the lunar orbs around turn it milky and pale, just as the name suggests. the vial gets pulled out and capped, turned over in his fingers as he regards it.]

Here. [it's held out for him to take.] For your practice, then. I'd be curious to hear how that goes.