He nodded and his eyes drifted from her food to his. The feeling of hunger was nothing new, he'd practically been starving himself for weeks before he woke up here but, this time, it wasn't blood that sounded appealing it was these pancakes. He hadn't craved human food in all of the five-hundred or so years he'd been alive...was it the work of this mystery drug?
"Tell me, is being drugged a common occurrence?" He didn't want to admit there was something wrong, but if she knew anything about what kind of drug it could be, perhaps he'd be able to find a way to counteract it.

...In the mean time...he wasn't going anywhere...and neither were these pancakes. Craving pancakes beat craving ripping the throat out of a person any day, so he started work on the food, slowly, as if he was working with a bomb.