"Indeed. Here, we are normal." Vlad said the word sarcastically, but it was true. His glowing eyes shot over to Discord as the male started playing with the letter opener.

Whether it was the influence of the catnip or the fact that his recent feeding lowered his control, it was unclear. Vlad ended up snagging Discord's hand and clearing the blood away with his tongue, muttering something about a waste of blood. Sucking the blood away, he sat cross-legged on the floor beside Discord and continued keeping hold of his hand, nursing the wound lightly with his tongue.

((he's like: no, why would you do that?! That is perfectly good blood and energy you're wasting. Not like I can ignore it, either. Dang it, Discord. >:C))