Convenient

"Can you supply me with blood?"

Augustus snapped his eyes while his brows knitted. His expression told me he was doubting his ears. It was understandable since, by now, Augustus somehow knew what sort of character I had. Surprisingly enough, he was the last person I expected to know what kind of personality I had. 

"You mean… you want my blood?" he pointed to himself and I nodded. Augustus chuckled as he leaned back, looking at me with interest. 

"And why would you seek my blood?"

"I had a lot of thinking last night after I resisted Yves' blood." I took a deep breath as I didn't plan on filtering my reasons with him. "What I am certain is, your blood and Yves are of high quality. If I started craving blood, I think drinking one of yours is convenient."

"Convenient?"