[Interesting! Though Gepard flushes a pretty red when the-man-currently-known-as-Figaro kisses his knuckles and flirts, he doesn't pull away or chastise him for it, or even turn him down. His hand remains in Sampo's grasp. He continues to be concerned about his well-being, even though he has absolutely no reason to be. Really, he has every reason to not give a single fuck about whether or not Sampo can sustain himself, and every reason to send his guardsmen to raid Sampo's safehouse the second that he's back with them.]

[What a strange guy. Sure, he's a keeper of the peace or whatever, but technically, what Sampo did to all those people was a crime, even if he didn't cause any permanent damage and didn't want to hurt them in the first place. Being desperate has very little impact in a court of law.]

[And is he satiated? Not even a little bit. What he got out of Gepard was barely a sip, hardly even enough to take the edge off. Sampo can't even really remember the last time that he was actually able to eat until he was full. It's been a scarcity diet since he left his Aeon. But, hey, it keeps his figure trim, right?]

Don't you worry about me. Ol' Figaro's been in worse spots than this before, and I've pulled through! What's one skipped meal?

[If Gepard's been keeping track, he'd know that the last person they'd found who'd been attacked by their mystery mugger had been almost two weeks ago.]

I've already tried to go the whole, [He waves a dismissive hand.] ethically-sourced people juice route. It's really not reliable. The hospital doesn't have a whole lot of blood to spare on a normal day, and definitely not if something bad happens.

[And he's not willing to take badly needed blood bags from the hospital when they've got patients who need them.]

It's okay. Really!

[It's not okay. But what else can he do but smile and try to deal with it?]