Re: Sayuri and Kenshin (after his meetup with Stefan)
It was rare for Kenshin to lose control. He was, in most cases, in control to the point of seeming politely detached. This was a direct result of the distance he tended to keep from people, even those that he aided in some fashion or another. Living so close to Sayuri, he had developed not only a bond and deep respect for her but a deep and personal attraction that he found impossible to ignore, long before but especially since the events of the previous week.
Her neck... The tender flesh of it, so smooth and inviting. He was old and yet very much a slave to those instincts that lurked within every vampire, perhaps moreso because he rarely allowed himself to entertain them. Dipping his lips to her neck, he kissed the tender flesh, murmuring against it softly.
"As you wish, Sayuri-dono..." his voice trailed off, low and throaty near to the tone it took when his inner Battousai controlled him without succumbing to it completely. Wasting little time, Kenshin let his fangs sink into her neck, letting the blood flow into his mouth as he drank from her.