( having already been over the guide information, enfys knows enough to know that charles didn't get her name from a passenger manifest, which makes him immediately more interesting than the thinly veiled crisis of pride going on with the posh twat with big teeth. she raises her hands in a sort of 'what, me, no, of course' gesture, as if she completely hadn't even considered dumping her charge on them and fleeing.

of what had happened, she thinks, nothing that couldn't be solved given five minutes and some pliers, and says-- )

Bloodlust, ( both as an explanation for what happened and what he's just said. ) There's theories say it's not the blood, per se, so much as what the blood symbolizes, what is e.g. the force of life, due to what you might call a spiritually parasitical existence. He smells a bit Satan-y,

( is that a technical term )

so I do feel fairly comfortable saying that's probably the case, and furthermore, you know, why he looks like he was shat out of diseased and then hit by a particularly undiscerning truck.

( other than because she beat him nearly senseless. )

The bags probably don't do fuck all beyond the bare minimum - just enough to keep him hungry - because it's not got that extra special kick you get out of remorselessly murdering a living person.

( and yes casually talking about ivan, over ivan, as if he is irrelevant to the actual conversation. that will continue. then-- )

Oh, right, he tried to kill me.

( and that went so well for him. )