[The tone the other takes when faced with a ridiculous assertion delivers the very levity Baptiste had been searching for. Even as his face is released and he watches the vampire before him squirm in frustration...

Catharsis. It almost makes up for the taste of blood that lingered in his mouth.]

Right... Right. I wanted to kiss you- [Surprisingly matter-a-fact for a man who was just questioning this moments ago.] I sort of still do but-

[He reaches upward to touch at some of the blood that has collected at his chin when Charlie points at it. He brushes his fingertips together. Red, sticky liquid smears further into the divots of his flesh.]

I'm just usually not such a messy guy. Are you into freaky stuff? [One blink. Two blinks. He gestures at the other with bloody fingers as if he weren't the one most likely to be into 'freaky stuff' in this situation.

The spinning in his head stills as he watches the man- no the vampire in front of him. Curious to see just what this creature would do next. Would he try to leave now that his hunger had been sated? Would there be an attempt to regain the sense of control he'd confident held moments ago?]