Meet Gavin, everyone. He's 430 years old, needs to feed every 4 days and... oh, look! Today's one of those days. Yay! Now, who's complaining about spilled blood? Gavin's all ready to test everyone's blood to cross-check with the type dripped on the carpet.
Gents, loosen your collars. Just a sip is all that's necessary. There's a convenient vein in the back of your necks that your hair will just... about... cover. Afraid you'll just have to hope your SOs don't notice. No wussing out, please.
Ladies, if you'd strip to your undies? Gavin really prefers the saphenous vein on the inner thigh. The upper thigh.
Jaycinth and Jeanne, your usual risque outfits will be fine. Soccer Mom, your overwhelming niceness is making Gavin salivate. If you'd step to the front of the line? Oh, and he approves of your lacy mini-skirt. Red was the perfect choice.
Haggis, Gavin asked me to tell you that he's saving you for last. He's worried about dog hair getting stuck in his fangs. Don't be nervous now. It'll only be a few... hours.