[ For a moment, the King Undying quirks his eyebrows up, cognizant that the questions now border on prying. He looks at worst amused. ]

I have some very capable sword-swinging friends. [ He says this as though it's the answer to the question. ] Good grounding when you're all tangled up in the big picture.

[ He holds up the vial of Beast's blood between thumb and forefinger; it roils unpleasantly within the glass, as though itself alive. ]

Can't promise a consistent supply, but if you fill me in on your project, I'll part with this one. With the obvious caveat of, you know, don't touch it. Pretend you've signed a waiver.