Ned does his best to conceal his wince when she bites into him, chewing on the inside of his lip and staying as still as possible. It doesn't hurt too badly - not nearly as badly as the first time, with Meyer - though he thinks perhaps that is because he knew it was coming. He waits, feeling himself get more and more light-headed, until she pulls away. Ned them presses a hand over the wound, using the cuff of his cardigan to deal with the bleeding until his healing powers decide to kick in.

In the meantime, he rests his head against the ground, dizzy from the blood loss and the sense of complete unreality that this is something actually happening to him.

"Go ahead," he tells Veronica. From the sound of her voice, his blood has had the same, intoxicating effect on her as he'd predicted. "Shouldn't last too long. Maybe an hour? I don't know. I wasn't keeping track last time." Some other stuff had been happening, shall we say. Distracting stuff involving kidnap.

It feels bizarre, making small talk when a minute ago Veronica was licking blood off his neck, but Ned isn't sure what else to do, apart from lay there in silence. "So what's your story, Veronica? I'm guessing you're not usually a vampire."