So they were both navigating uncharted waters. Wolfram gave the vampire a sidelong glance, but he told himself that Tao had already told him the night before that this was a first for him as well. It made Wolfram wonder not if it had been a wise idea after all, but to wonder why exactly the vampire had agreed to this at all. Surely he could have powerful blood to feed off if he asked for it, or if he held a wereanimal in his thrall. That was what another vampire might have done, of that Wolfram was absolutely sure. Tao, it seemed, wasn't like most vampires.
All for the better, he thought to himself. He wasn't altogether keen on vampires in general, but Tao was different. Now, he was most certainly different.
So they could pull from each other, feed each other. Tao demonstrated just that with the sudden trickle of icy power. It felt strange seeping into him through the vampire's hands on his shoulder, because living warmth wreathed it. The shadows seemed to expand in the room, lights becoming distant. Sounds went odd, but when he tried to concentrate, to snap out of it, he heard whispers. Voices overlapping each other, charged with so many different emotions, the only link between them being how strong the emotions had been. His hold on the cup loosened, and he almost dropped it, but Wolfram reached a hand up as if through thick molasses and covered one of Tao's hands on his shoulders. "You house is old..." His fingers curled tighter and he straightened, blinking and gasping in a breath suddenly. Willed life and fire through his hand back into the vampire, "I think your power is giving me a very intimate look into everything after death." That didn't make sense. His shivering had subsided a little, but he still had the urge to curl up and sleep, regain his strength and energy. "Your power is spiking my death-related ones." He turned to look at Tao, "It's all right. I think I just need a bit of rest and food."