"Please don't play with us, Mister Gabriel. I brought you in myself at Deputy Mac's request. He asked if our Master would be so kind as to bring you back. We are-"
"We're ghouls, dumbass." Apparently, Charles didn't like the comment about his toupee.
Harold rolls his eyes. "I was going to say 'Assistants.' But yes. We are ghouls. And the proof, they say, is in the pudding. Shall we, Charles?"
"About damn time, yes."
They poke an IV into Gabriel's arm and sup at the Vitae that flows forth. "Oh, yes," Harold says rapturously, the ghouls taking turns passing the IV between them like it was some Roman orgy. "That's the stuff. Would you like more blood, Mister Gabriel?"
"I would."
"Shh." Harold waits for Gabriel's response.
Gabriel gained 5 Vitae from the woman upon waking. He just lost 4. We're gonna skip Anger Frenzy for now, as it would simply slow the story down. They'd just come back later.