Cassidy blinks a few times, rapidly.

Well, his brains haven't been blown out. So that's good. He can take it, sure, but does Wilford really want the mess?

"I'm not exactly thrilled about it either, but that's what I am anyway," he retorts, sinking back down onto the floor and sitting with his legs crossed.

"Mostly I just drink blood to heal from stuff. I don't get, like, cravings or whatever."

Not really.

"An' that's why I can drink all sorts of shite, an' do all sorts of hardcore drugs without overdosing. That part's pretty fun, actually."