[Continued from TFLN]

[Hector snorts in spite of his misery.]

Tea and doilies? Is that what you think I filled my time with after I left Dracula's employ?

[He falls back, placated by Isaac's yielding to his tugging, and tilts his chin up to give Isaac room to get at his neck.]

Ah! Damnation, you'd think you were a vampire.

[But he doesn't push Isaac away or do anything else to indicate displeasure at the sucking.]