No.

Dago decided to wait until the man was fully recovered before asking any questions about magic or anything. It was a little odd that he wanted to get out of there before the ambulance came, but Dago didn’t think too much of it.

“What’s your name?” Dago finally asked, when inspecting the bandages for the first time.

“Felix Cassius,” the man said, staring at the job Dago was doing with eerie unblinking eyes.

Dago was starting to feel a little uneasy with this guy around, but wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it. He had him here already and already saw that he had magic, of some kind. How else had they gotten here?

“Dago Vivar,” he introduced, standing up to get some more strips of cloth.

He found he ran out of sheets and went to go upstairs for some more. When he returned, he didn’t see Felix on the couch he’d put him on. Dago spun around to see where he went and suddenly felt a heavy weight come down on his head. He immediately blacked out and fell to the ground.

He opened his eyes later to find that his hands were tied behind his back with something he couldn’t pull apart. He tried to sit up, but found that his head hurt way too much. He was sure he didn’t have a concussion, being a vampire afforded him some weird healing powers. He looked around and saw Felix pacing on the floor in front of him, seemingly completely healed.

“Didn’t bump him off, but now what,” he was muttering to himself.

He looked torn, like he was trying to decide from two very bad things.