Though Preston felt shivers down his spine, he still smiled brightly.
Preston didn't care what Stiles thought, all he wanted was to perform his research.
'Is this guy perhaps sick? I didn't say those words just for fun!'
Stiles felt a slight headache as he observed Preston's expression which had no hint of fear or solemnity. All Stiles could sense from his leaking emotions was excitement—as if he were a child that just discovered a new and mysterious toy.
"I won't let you down, Lord Stiles. I will immediately work on gathering the materials for your paint," Preston said, finally getting over his excitement.
"But… the blood quantity required for the paint… wouldn't it affect your health, Lord Stiles?"
