Considering Stefan's not sure what he just saw, he decides (wisely) to not say anything. He may, however, look slightly bewildered because did Tony try and sniff him? Or those salted caramel and chocolate cupcakes he'd brought along? (Olette really needed to stop stress baking. Between these and the dozens of cupcakes Stefan had received in December, he was growing tired of these baked goods.)

He grows silent at Tony's words, losing the attitude entirely as he glances back towards the hospital. "Don't I know it. I mean, I haven't... had any blood."

Stefan snorts, almost bitterly. "It's kind of against my religion." What would his imam say? Scratch that, what would the interfaith community say? Blood wasn't halal, or kosher, or in line with any of the major religions. There wasn't really a group that would understand - or even acknowledge - his plight. (Well, that, and he's not keen on drinking from a blood bag.)