Thought as much. That makes things complicated.

[He narrows his eyes a little, questioning. The reference goes right over his head -- what kind of a question is that, anyway?]

'fraid not. What you see is what you get. Cute and cuddly, sure, but no sparkles.

[Thank whatever power was responsible for his existence. 'God' seemed unlikely.]

Tell me, this place got a med bay or a clinic of some kind? Might be able to scrounge up something there until I come up with a better solution, but-- I'll tell it to you straight, sweetheart. I might drink blood, but I don't drink people. Not anymore.