[their eyes narrow just ever so slightly at the word "vampirism." they keep any irritation out of their voice, though, especially seeing as they're genuinely curious what zonari's reaction to the food will be.]

Well, my word for it would be dhampirism, technically speaking.

At the risk of sounding priggish, mortals just don't interact with one another the way immortals do. I was only ever a tool to my mother; you've seen how fiercely loyal Luca is to me, despite our lack of blood relation.

[after a sip from their glass, they laugh softly.] Or maybe it's as simple as that I prefer the taste of wine and spices to blood.