Bruno makes a quiet little surprised sound when he's pulled in, just a brief Mh? his eyes wide. They lose focus and then fall shut as he relaxes into it.

He tastes like tea with a faint undercurrent of liquor, like warm and lazy nights. But more than that, some kind of energy tingles on his skin, a hum of power just below the surface, further speaking of the magic that courses through him, winds around him.

When they part he is very still, his eyes easing open. He's suspected there was something odd about the other's teeth and now that he sees them he can't pull his gaze from them. Fangs. This can't be put down to unfortunate dentition, there are too many other factors--that cold skin, the sudden illness after consuming normal food, Casita's restlessness...

"You're a... you're a...." vampire. He can't say it. He's invited a vampire into their midst. A tumult of emotion rattles in his mind. He's angry at himself for his own naivete, immediately panicked that this man will kill his whole family... and, shamefully, a little betrayed that the only person who showed any interest in him was someone who will probably kill him, too.

But all that falls out of his face is, "just my luck, huh?" He wilts. "What do you want?"