Baldwin nodded. He really did - even the battle part, although for him, it hadn't been as formal as soldiering or any of that. Peter Baldwin, once upon a time, had been a ruthless thug, a man to be feared because he would hurt people and enjoy it. Now, he would just hurt people, but he would try to make it clean. He was fighting for a higher cause than his own, mortal greed. The Menace would enjoy it, but the Knight tried not to.
Strictly business.
"I do, yes. All right. So. Concentrate, burn the blood like an afterburner, and think fast, thrilling thoughts."
He stood up.
He focused.
He stirred the Blood --
--and walked. Nothing happened. "Let me try that again."
Stirring... thinking thoughts of battle and speed, burning the Blood as hard as he could --
And so on and so forth, until the mission is accomplished and the Blood is trained