"Intimidating toaster? What a bad ass", he teased back and then nodded. "Yes. Of everything."

Vincent nodded before heading out of the bedroom to the kitchen where he began repeating what he did before, making a whole new breakfast meal for Rick. It was odd. He usually wouldn't be so willing to do such a tedious task as making a meal for someone, but Rick had proven himself to be an acception to a lot of the vampire's rules and somewhat morals, if you keep call them that.

Rick smiled when he heard Vincent starting to do a breakfast for him. Now that was something quite new for him.. He supposed that for them both actually. Normally he was running from things like that since he didn't believe in other people and didn't really feel the need fir them to do something like that for him. Yet now it was quite nice.. and didn't make him feel like running away.

Vincent returned to the bedroom with another full plate of breakfast and he gently set it in Rick's lap with the fork. He then sat on the bed across from the younger vampire. "I didn't overcook the bacon so much this time...at least it's not as chip-like as before." he said as he placed his chin on one of his palms with his elbow resting on his thigh.

"You are quickly getting better.. Good job", he commented while taking few first bites.
Soon enough he done eating. Letting out a small content sigh he looked at Vincent and realised that he observed him all this time. Not really minding that he rubbed his forehead.
"Ok. So now give me some blood. I want to get some of my strength back. Is there any way to not to get excited by that? There are some things I want to take care of after that..", he asked, looking at Vincent from behind his black and messy hair.

"Unfortunately, even an old fart like me can still get a kick out of drinking blood from a fresh human. However, your tolerance for the sensation dies down as you age and as your body grows accustomed to it. For me, I don't feel it unless I'm at the club and drinking blood that's been mixed with hard liquor. But, if I'm just feeding from a human I don't really feel anything but a light buzz. I suppose it depends on how often you feed and how much you consume." Vincent replied.

"Hmm.. So it's inevitable... Oh well.. It's not like it would stop me in any way.." , he said, quite amused by the idea of being hard and needy while carrying out his plan.

Vincent slowly stood from the bed and he put his hands in his pockets as he continued to stare down at his creation. He got a tingling in his neck, like there was something he was missing about the question that Rick just asked him. He shrugged it off, however. "Well...I'm sure we'll figure out something later down the road, but...at the moment, we're kind of out of luck. Do you want to go out and hunt?"

"Didn't you bring the blood already? I thought you did", muttered Rick, frowning a bit while looking questioningly at the other male.

Vincent blinked, then he remembered he had stocked the fridge with blood bags. "I guess my memory's getting bad with my old age." he replied with a short chuckle as he made his way toward the door, then down the hall so he could make his way to the kitchen. He picked a random one and poked a straw into it for Rick to drink out of it before he made his way back once again to the bedroom and he handed it to the younger vampire.