"I'm sure he can be." No, Su-jin has no doubt of it. The way Tiras is able to take sips of his human partners, such small sips that they're able to walk out the door when he's done with them. And he knows for a fact that what Tiras takes from him would kill a normal human.

"Neither of us socialize much with other non-humans. Tiras more than me. I've known a few others in my time. I wouldn't really call them friends. It's more like a wary meeting of rivals when we come across each other. You're one of the first I've met who hasn't fled at, forgive the turn of phrase, the sight of me." Or the scent, in this case.

"Let me help you turn over, okay?"