Charles had closed his eyes and pushed himself up, materializing near a bottle on a desk furthest from his bed, hand trembling as he picked up the bottle and drank straight from it instead of pouring it into the cup that was near it. After he had drained a lot of the blood he let it fall back down onto the desk. He turned away from the desk, gaze locking on Daniel. Had he not moved away at the time that he had, he might very well have taken blood from Daniel. "I am sorry Daniel. I did not mean to frighten or worry you," he said softly as he moved over to the bed and sat back down.