Neal takes exactly the wrong thing from that statement, which isn't anything new--he feels guilty, looking down again at the sink. Another little pang of hunger hits him, and he thinks, for a second, he could show Malcolm what it was like. Prove to him what it was like. But then there's another stab of hunger and he bares his teeth, squinting through the weird pain of it.

"Is there more... in the fridge?" He can't make himself say blood.