Rhyderi’s posture went rigid. He flinched at Desiree’s accusation, and then shook his head, turning his attention elsewhere. “Fine.” He grunted. “Yes, I have consumed Fel-blood at least once in my life. Every one of the Sin’dorei that still lives has. There is no denying that…” He turned to face her again, flustered. “But that was because I was young, suffering from withdrawal, and I was forced to! I should re-phrase my statement….” He sighed heavily, waving his hands. “No, no. I refuse to drink Fel-blood now.
“Back then… we were willing to do anything to get our sanity back.” Rhyderi narrowed his brows, looking stern. “Anything. Unfortunately.”