Thomas froze. And blinked. It wasn't that he didn't have the money, if there was one thing he had, it was plenty of money. He'd just never encountered anything like this. Oh, he'd seen the vampire groupies who tagged along with vampire nests, offering their blood for free, and some people who could be convinced to give up a bit of blood with coaxing, and of course in Thomas's case, people who gladly went to bed with him, never any the wiser that he'd fed a little in the night. He supposed it made sense, though. Whenever there was demand for something, someone would always find a way to sell it.

While he supposed in some ways it was technically just buying a meal, Thomas wasn't sure if he was comfortable with the idea.

"I...don't know," he said, tone low so others around them couldn't overhear. "I mean, I wouldn't want you to offer something like that just because...I mean, if you need money..."

There were some aspects of being an evil creature of the night that Thomas really didn't seem to get.