"Wait." Flames quietly stated as his tail went straight up. He shut his eyes and, not once turning his head spoke in a neutral voice:
"Vampires are a race not to be pitied but aided and sometimes pitied. Few can control themselves and they require our aid...But should a friend be at risk from a vampire, I will do anything to stop an attack." Flames' eyes opened slightly as he drew a strange blade from his back and cut into his arm, blood seeping out in a calm trickle, just like his voice as he continued: "I hear that my blood is somewhat of a delicacy to vampires, as I have very rare blood. Vampire, I know not your name, nor do I know your history. I know you need blood, so come in and feast on mine as it falls to the ground. But if you even attempt to drink my friend's blood, you shall die, understood?"
Flames opened his eyes fully and turned round to face the vampire, offering his arm out. He couldn't be bitten because of the armour, so the vampire would have to drink it as it trickled through the slight gash in the armour. His face never changed from that eerie expression of absoloute calm throughout.