( If anything he goes a little paler at that. He didn't know the particulars, Wolfwood hadn't told him and Vash hadn't pried. It ticks over in the back of his skull, once, twice, before he decides that no, whatever happened he can't see the other man just outright sacrificing someone. He might see himself as something wicked but Vash knows better, he'll have to ask him another time.

Because for now he's giving Flapjack an entirely betrayed look, all wide blue eyes behind his orange sunglasses. )

I'm not a vampire, I'm a plant. ( Petulant, even as he drops his hands to his knees to breathe, hunched over. ) Also Raleigh mentioned that. I'm not doing it. The blood thing. I'll be fine, you just have to stay over there. I've been way hungrier, way longer before. It's the -. ( At this he shakes his head, much like a dog working out something itchy. ) - the voice that's bothering me more.