Words. Words words words. She's usually better with words than this.

Wait.

Last vampire?

Her eyes unable to look away from his neck, she half reaches out, half holds up a finger. It results in a pointing wave toward the general vicinity of his neck.

"So wait. If I drink from you, you're totally cool with it and I'll get flat off my ass drunk?"

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