"It's not takeaway," she retorted, pouting slightly. "It's synthetic human blood for use in transfusions for emergencies. Perhaps certain vampires can have some when they've been on their best behaviour. If it turns out right, that is."
But it appeared to have been a success for the most part. Orla watched his face as he approached the cauldron and could tell as he brought the glass to her lips that she accomplished what she'd been trying to do. Perhaps it wasn't perfect, but she could take pleasure in the fact that she was driving a vampire near mad with it. She grinned brightly. "But it's good? It tastes real, mostly?" she asked, completely unaware at the way her eyes were shining in excitement. "Go ahead, finish the glass, I'll not think you a pig for it."
It was a rare show of genuine emotion which Dennis was gifted to as Orla smiled while she walked over to the large bound book that sat on her counter. Picking up her quill, she started making notes about exactly what she'd done on this batch, and noted to dilute it slightly as Dennis had suggested.
"Well, that's brilliant," she said, clapping her hands together. Brewing potions and getting right what few others could was one thing she truly enjoyed in life. "It's needed at the Shack, and what do you think? Does it stave the hunger, or are you going to be staring at my neck the rest of the evening as always?"