[He hovers over the table - not touching the device, no, he's polite enough for that - but he's frowning mildly when he looks over at Silco gesturing to his own eye. Huh. He didn't think that the eye was a problem, maybe something more aesthetic. Then again, that scar couldn't have come from nowhere. Still shows there's much to learn about the man.]

It bothers you? Your eye.

[And then, after a moment, comes the question. His own gaze drifts, fixes on some spot in the wall.]

....I don't look down on vampires, you know. Bloodfiends. No, those at home are....quite intelligent. These are pale imitations. Mindless beasts.

[A pause, almost certainly awkward.]

I feel lessened by you taking the choice from me forcefully. Without my consent. It isn't...actually about the hunger.

[He doesn't talk about the control.]