Standing as close as they were, Remi was surprised to find that Sam stood taller than him — though not by a substantial amount, only enough that he tilted his chin slightly to meet the vampire’s gaze.
“Well,” he said, drawing out the word as he eyed the cotton candy he’d left sitting on the table. “I only came here to try that, but I didn’t like it very much.” He wrinkled his nose and curled his lip in remembrance. “It was too sweet and left an odd taste in my mouth.” He'd been reminded of the time he’d flown over the part of the city covered in smoke, when his eyes had stung and it’d been difficult to breathe.
Food shouldn't taste like death.
“Fruit is much better,” he added with a smile. Remi continued smiling at the vampire until he remembered it was, in fact, a vampire — someone who couldn’t palate anything except blood — that he had been sharing his food preferences with. He cleared his throat lightly and shifted his weight from foot to foot until the embarrassment passed. (In two breaths, give or take.)
“What I mean to say is that I’m finished here. I’m heading that direction to go home, so… now, if you want.”