"According to the bulletin, yes," he answered. Talking about the details of the surgeries was certainly less discomforting than discussing his capability or incapability of performing one for Aigis.

It was exactly what Landel wanted--emotion, extreme measures, panicked thinking. All because a handful of experimentation victims twinged one's sympathies. The oldest trick in the book, that. Playing on sympathy.

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, acknowledging her thanks silently. "Staying in might be best if the symptoms are progressing," he said in response to her explanation. "I can check in on you again early on." Naturally, Aigis saw fit to turn the subject back onto him with little to no preamble, however. Although the question was an innocuous one, it still made him feel somewhat ill-at-ease, as if he himself were another sick prisoner that needed checking on because of his "condition."

To some, maybe he was. Landel's didn't exactly offer a dignified environment for vampires to thrive.

"I'm as fine as ever." He suspected some of his discomfort extended out of the fact that he hadn't been eating; he knew telling as much to Aigis would likely only get her into a tizzy. "Don't worry, I haven't been rampaging in the halls."