I start fearing them the moment people build an altars for them and the idols prove to have a divine power that prevents me from killing them.

[The last remark is spoken with a brief lightness, as in a joke no matter how badly tasted it might be.]

You don't say?

[He grins, although there is a clear implication behind it. After all, Drake's blood had almost killed him -- whether it was unintentional or not. A zombie is not something he'd exactly count as divine but he was dangerous to him.]

There used to be someone who didn't mind acting as a donor. I could trust him with it but I believe he's gone now. [Losing Ivar turned out to be more disappointing than what Edgar had first believed. He had been strangely fascinated by the viking.] This place has a tight community but there are always ways to gather blood from others.