[ Well, yes, of course he likes their odds better now that he has something with which to stab his enemies with. The feeling of liters of fresh human blood in his stomach doesn't hurt, either. He rolls his eyes, crinkling his nose at the suggestion that he wants anything to do with those horrid men's blood. He's had enough of being close to them. ]

I don't want to bite them.

[ A starving vampire can't be picky, but one who just finished feeding can. But more importantly: ]

And I don't want to run.

[ It was unpleasant enough the first time. He's tired of being a prey animal running from predators. ]

They want to hurt us. I want them and all of their friends dead.