( Perhaps it doesn't quite show, but the strangeness of her words is enough that his brows are knit in confusion, or at least make to. Eating flesh? Sure. Bathing in human blood? He concedes that, yes, sometimes a hunt or two goes a little awry and they get a fresh coat of Living blood on their shirts, but he wouldn't go so far as to describe it a bath. And that last one is really, really out there. Swallowing souls - not quite possible as far as he was aware, unless she meant it in a figurative manner. Briefly, he wonders how it tastes otherwise. ) ... Weirdos.
heyy.