Well shit, here I was thinking I was worth that kind of effort.

[ He puts his knife away, less because of an understanding that the danger is over and more to press down on one hand with the other to stop the bleeding. He really ought to just have cut his thumb, as he did with the journals. But he was too busy picking a fight with a house to think clearly. At least he won't need to open anything again if the house wants more blood. ]

Congratulations, you're apparently a shittier vampire than the fucking doorknob is.

[ Spend four years with an actual vampire and they don't even make the top fifty list for things that have demanded blood. ]