"I can eat. I don't really need to, though." Sparkle shrugged his shoulders. "Blood. Or... whatever that crap is they sell at the bars here. I have some of that. It's nasty stuff."

But it let him stick around here without getting staked, so he tolerated it.

"You do it sometimes just because you miss it, you know?"

He wasn't as big a fan of Pop Tarts as he used to be, though.