[ With Bruno, it's more like he's an anxiety graph, still anxious even when calm but it does clearly spike — along with heart rate and how fidgety he becomes with that sole source of light he has, that candle — when Augustine confirms that, yes, he drinks blood. Oh boy. ]

That's... hm. I. I wasn't going to... [ No, he was considering theatrics, he definitely was, but being called out on it ahead of time helps him tamp down on actually going through with them. In the end, he just takes in a deep breath and lets it out again in a sigh. Relax, relax, just relax, come on. ] I mean, I kind of figured you weren't going to. If you were, you'd have done something by now already.

[ But he does get up, leaving his chair behind to shuffle around the balcony for the sake of doing something. There are other candles around, of course, they just haven't been lit yet. He'll do that now with the one he holds, sharing the flame out from wick to wick. ]

That must be tough, though, yeah? You can't have anything else?