Raphael

like salt water, and - ... everything else kelp related?

*eyes narrow* Kelp? *sniffs air* Lead on.

I'll take my Chances with GROUNDHOG DAY.

*hand snaps forward, gripping your shoulder with inhuman speed* Your pop culture prattle ends now. *fangs extend, voice deadly calm* I prefer my meals conscious.

::: this isn't a Tim Burton - directed 'DARK SHADOWS' film script. :::

*hand clenches, energy crackling* Enough. *voice drips venom* Your pathetic references waste time I don't have. Feed me.

... and you'll get Urinary Track Problems... not a good life path for you.

*lips curl in disdain, a faint smirk playing* Your primitive attempts at humor are tiresome. *extends a hand, the air around it shimmering with an otherworldly energy* I will not ask again. Obey, or face consequences you cannot comprehend.

*actually, blood type B - has trouble digesting certain proteins.

*eyes narrow, voice cold and commanding* Your dietary limitations are irrelevant. Bring me what I require. **Now.***leans forward slightly, shadows deepening around them* Or shall I find sustenance elsewhere... in this strange new world?