[ Super rude, Petre, he's not a serial killer. Would a serial killer smell this nice.

Santiago sits up, doing that thing where he completely fails to fix his hair. ]

You drank me dry. [ This is an overstatement, but to make up for that, he says it in a good-natured way. Which is not really less fucked up - as is typical with Santiago. ] I can only make blood so fast. Have to come out here to speed it up.

Moss is nice. Come sit on it. You'll ruin your clothes anyway.