"Yes, and because you provided so generously shortly thereafter, I recovered within the hour. But you should have a care not to give too much blood. The king will string me up by my balls if I accidentally drain the Duke of Stehlmore dry." His mouth quirked again, and Kristof wondered what he looked like when his humor came fully to the fore. "In my defense, I did not think there would be so much difference between those Priests of ninety-five or so percent pure blood and someone who is one hundred percent pure. Your blood is very "
"Angelic?" Kristof asked dryly.
Håkon dipped his head again; Kristof gaped to see the flush return to his cheeks. "Yes. Demons would tear each other apart for just a swallow of your blood. Why do you think you are so heavily guarded by the might of Stehlmore and the Reaches of the North and the House?"