Nothing happened to me earlier, although that was only a drop. [He lifts the finger he pricked earlier to wiggle it for emphasis; it's only a touch darkblood stained now, as if he was actually eating berries with his fingers. Whimsical, besides the blood.] But we are simpatico; I'm not going to start drinking blood for fun. Especially not vileblood — I doubt they call it that because it's secretly quite pleasant.

[Gross. He shrugs, then - the Sixth is a strange place, he's gotten that much out of talking to other people here; and from how Trench really does more resemble the First than what he knows of the other Houses. Weird, that.]

It's too hot. The poles don't get enough sunlight to melt clean off — the toss-up is we're sitting in ice. [He never went outside, Viktor, it's been absolutely nuts to go out.] And we mostly looked at the ships through viewscreens, from safely indoors. Let's go to the docks sometime — that's hobby-esque.