“Why n…” A beat, then a slightly fascinated “Do you want to eat him? The infirmary gave me blood for you.” He gets up and heads for the fridge, scooping George up on his way. He puts the kitten in the bathroom where the litter box is temporarily set up and closes the door, then gets one of the blood bags out of his otherwise largely empty refrigerator. “Do you want it in, like, a glass or… just in the bag?” He gives the bag a gentle squeeze. “…Should I warm it up first?”