But Ferid still didn’t feel like answering, just continuing to grin broadly. So Crowley changed the angle of his question.
“Why didn’t you just give me your blood?”
And that, Ferid finally answered, “I’m not morbid enough to spread my own curse.”
“You still turned me into a vampire though.”
“But not with my own blood.”
“I can’t die because of what you did, so it’s all the same.”
“Haha, you did not live nearly long enough just yet to feel the despair of being unable to die, yet look at you sounding like the oldest of us.”
Crowley ignored the dig and continued, “You turned me into a vampire. Spill the reason.”
Gazing at him, Ferid said, “But I just did.”