Jamie swallows a mouthful of blood to keep from drooling all over himself and slinks to a nearby stool, where he perches miserably, cowering like a beaten dog. He keeps his eyes on the ground, studiously avoiding eye contact; Koel seems calm and unperturbed so far, and he intends to do everything he can to make sure it stays that way.

"I'm shorry." He falters, ears flicking back in chagrin; speaking around deformed teeth like this makes his sibilants slushy, and it's just one more embarrassment on this heap of mortification. "This, I just - I dunno how to get used to it. The hunger and the, the...this thing, inside me."

He's being...unusually frank, possibly because regardless of the exact nature of Koel's brand of vampirism, she understands some of it, and is being patient enough to try to help him with his new dietary needs. Whatever her motivations, that gesture of camaraderie means something to him.