[ Armand shrugs, expression uncomfortable but not for what he admits to, it's only when he mentions the bottled blood does his nose scrunch. ]

I pushed myself too far, was punished for it - even if the experience turned out far more delicious than expected - perhaps worth the day in shackles. Since then I've used this blood they've provided and the little drink where I can - neither is a satisfying compromise, but I can't go hungry again..

[ There's something haunted in his eyes for a moment, before clearing. The experience had pulled a host of unpleasant memories to the surface - unerring in the clarity - so he's been warming the bottled blood and continuing to cast a wider net of those willing to help sustain him. ]