Well, I suppose they need to get it from somewhere. But lord knows Im not offering up anyone I'm friends with to sacrifice.
Hell, not even anyone I'd just as soon see dead.
There are worse things. Terrible things. If those beds could talk they would speak of the dark places beyond reality, where strange creatures twist and writhe in unnatural lights that can only be perceived by the inner mind of a soul gone mad with horror.
So yeah, I think he should try to bed them. Might be a laugh.