[ gaius can't answer that question, but he supposes it must be true. he probably wouldn't feel so strongly about it if there wasn't an alternative out there somewhere. it gives him an idea of the sort of place he must have come from, at least until he realises that the presence of illogical people is hardly unique. ]

Well, when you put it that way, it's an easier truth to swallow.

[ which, he realises at once, is a poor choice of words considering he could've been drinking blood tonight if he'd sat at the wrong table. he shakes his head quickly as if to put it out of his mind.

more importantly, gaius appreciates the breakdown. it's still horrifying, honestly — mostly the thought that someone could potentially turn his blood into sludge with a thought — but magic glimpsed through the comforting lens of the scientific method is at least approachable in a way it hadn't been a few minutes ago. ]

I get the feeling I won't have a choice, but it's better when it's the goop you know, right?

[ that's a brand new sentence, but also: he's willing to bear it because if things get weirder around here, john seems like the kind of person he wants on his side. he shakes john's hand and offers his own introduction in return: ]

Gaius.