"Just a few drops, and I'll tell you what you want to know." As Conrad leaned forward on his chair and pointed an index finger at Jonah's face, Jonah felt a pulling sensation in his cheek. He took a step back, but the feeling remained. At least until Arthur smacked Conrad's hand away. "Didn't I say you're not feeding on him?" "But I have every right to," said Conrad. "After all, I'm his great-great-great-great grandfather!" Jonah rubbed his cheek and sighed. "Was anyone in my family ever normal?" "I think of myself as an artist," said Conrad. "Could normal people conjure demons from blood and dispatch them to do his bidding?" "You're nothing but a cheap pimp," said Stanza. "We know what kind of bidding your demons do." "Holy rites of passion!" Conrad lunged forward, hissing, and Arthur held him fast to the chair. "Don't you dare equate the sacraments with common lust." "What sacraments?" said Mavis. "Vampire religion," said Stanza. "Blood worship.
