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Vladimir stared at the glass and swallowed as quietly as he could. "N-no it wasn't." he replied with a soft chuckle. While the texture wasn't the same as blood, the color was close enough. He tried to smile over at Daemon to take his mind off. He wasn't at the point where he could hear Daemon's pulse, though if he focused enough he probably could anyway. The sound would drive any hungry vampire mad and Vladimir found a way to block it out. "I trust you didn't stress yourself too much while I was gone?"
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