No, he really doesn't want the mess. He lost his housekeeping, remember? He'd be responsible for picking brain matter out of the carpet. And he's far too important for that.

Also, that revolver would probably break his wrist right now.

"That's still gross," Wilford says. It's the whole 'drinking blood' thing he can't quite get over. "Bite my dog, and I'll fucking kill you."

He only said he didn't bite people, after all.