Ziggy sighed. This was the exact opposite of what he wanted. He wanted the demon to leave, that way Ziggy would be left alone to die, an almost dignified death. He tried to stand, but became dizzy almost immediately and had to sit back down. "Lovely."

"Oh, shut it." he said, placing one of his feet on the man's hip. "You don't really want to die. You're merely sick of your life at the moment. You humans are always trying to find an excuse to die." He rolled his eyes and spotted a book on the small table next to the chair, picking it up and examining the title. "Well, that's rubbish." he muttered, tossing the book on the floor.

Ziggy swallowed and looked up at the vampire. His foot felt like a thousand pounds on his already shaken system. "No, I want to die, trust me." He swallowed. He may want to die, but not by this man's hand. "I'm literally wasting away, nothing I've written is getting published, and I barely make enough coin to feed myself."

David let out a rather loud sound, almost as if he had heard this story a million times and was sick of it. "Why do writers always complain until they get published?" He allowed his head to fall back against the back of the chair and stared at the ceiling. "It's not as if writing is the one and only profession you can do. Get another job to feed yourself for the time being and stop wasting everyone's time with your incessant whining."

Ziggy scowled. "Do you think I have not done just that?" He sat up and winced before he placed a hand to his still injured neck. "The printing house that I work at does not pay me, and when they do it is not enough to survive. I have drunk away my inheritance, and am starving to death, slowly."

David merely looked down on the man as he attempted to sit up, removing his booted foot from the man's side and resting it on the floor again. "Well, that is entirely your own fault. One should not drink away his wages simply because his dreams have not been fulfilled." There certainly must have been more to this man than sheer and utter depression, or at least he hoped so. Otherwise, he had made a terrible choice for a meal.

Ziggy swallowed and scuttled to sit on the floor near the wall, trying to place as much distance between himself and the man as humanly possible. "Yes well, if you cannot find work, you cannot have money, and without money you cannot purchase anything. You cannot pay for flats. You cannot make a living. It is impossible."

David scoffed and played with his fingers a bit, picking at one of his nails absentmindedly as he spoke. "I'm sure there is plenty suitable work for a man of your age out there. You're just to proud to do anything 'degrading'. I've met plenty lot like you and you're not doing yourself any favors by turning away jobs simply because you think them to be beneath you." He shook his head and sighed a bit, adjusting himself in the chair. "You lot always complain and whine and try to gain sympathy from your barkeep, but in reality, you're merely settled on the fact that you know what you want out of life and that it is all you want. Then when you don't get it you turn into sniveling little babies, crying about how life is so hard and unfair."

Ziggy snorted. "Oh trust me, there isn't much that I would not do." Was he going mad? He was carrying on a conversation with a man that had been trying to kill him, and now was sadistically keeping him alive, for what? "I don't quite see why you care." Ziggy said, "You obviously think that we're swine."

David shook his head lazily. "No, not swine. You lot are extremely delicious. Swine taste positively awful. I merely think you are whiny, impatient children that don't really know how to fend for yourselves unless things are going according to your own plans." He continued picking at his finger, not really paying much attention to the man that he shared the room with, but listening to his voice.

He swallowed when the man mentioned that humans were delicious. That only increased his suspicions even more. Either the man was a demon, or he really was a vampyre. Sure he had heard stories of the creatures from travelers in the pubs, but he had never thought that he would have the misfortune to actually meet one. He coughed and winced as the motion made the pain in his neck worse.

David sighed heavily, a hint of annoyance dousing his breath. "You should try to cease moving so much. It will only cause you more pain. Just try to remain still until your body has replenished the blood I've taken from you."

He snorted. "Like you are honestly concerned." He muttered under his breath. "Let us hope that the simple act of breathing doesn't kill me." He muttered. "That would surely put you out of your damned dinner." He shifted on the floor and made a sad attempt to get up before he scowled and slumped further against the wall.

David scoffed and stood up swiftly, moving across the room towards the man. "Oh good lord, just come 'ere." he said, bending down and scooping up the pathetic sake of human he had chosen to set his cap at. "You're ridiculous." he moved across the room again, placing the man in the arm chair he had been sitting in and ensuring that he was firmly seated before he moved to lean back against the wall.

Ziggy squeaked when the man approached, he'd done it now. He'd pissed the man, if you could call him that, off and now he was going to kill him. He was surprised when the vampyre settled him down into the armchair, almost gently. Ziggy blinked and looked up at the man, a brow cocked. "Why did you do that, and yes I am ridiculous, its something I pride myself on."