He takes the proffered pills and downs them in one silent gulp, not needing or wanting any water to go with. Maxwell eyes the sanguine vial and shakes his head no. Her curiosity was not unwanted, nor were her words of sound warning. To satiate Charlie's question Maxwell takes off his armor and pulls off his shirt, putting the apparel off to the side. Showing her his hairless ectomorphic torso, the bruises and scratches spread across his abdomen were still quite pronounced. He moves his hair out of the way of his neck, revealing the fang marks that were imprinted into him. "Thanks, those will help. At first it was painful. But the pain ebbs shortly and soon you begin to feel intoxicated, like after you drink a lot of wine. Then you start to feel... orgasmic, except it lasts much longer than sex." Maxwell moves his hair back in place and asks the young neophyte. "What was your friend's name and why was she hostile?"