"Oh, I don't think that'd be a good idea at all," a familiar voice observes wryly from the other side. "I'll ask my questions from out here, for now."

The image of Azwel standing on the other side of the door and shouting at a big slab of wood is a ludicrous one, but there he stays. "Now. I've done rather a lot of research on vampires, but it's all very anecdotal and, frankly, I wouldn't rely on some of these people to correctly tell me the time of day, much less anything else." There's the unmistakable sound of pages turning. Does... is he consulting a book? A book on vampires? "So, I'll simply ask you. Can you eat what humans consider food or does it have to be blood? If so, must it be blood from a human or will an animal suffice? Oh, and lastly, what size shoe do you wear? It gets very draughty in here sometimes."