He was wondering when she was going to let her curiosity get the better of her, and start to ask about his vampiric nature. The trick was to only tell her enough to keep her interested.
He could sense her curiosity. It had a smell, and he knew she was ready to burst with questions if he had let her. He was very smug. But lying there in their post coital relaxed state, even he was feeling a little mellow. Fed and sated, he could afford to let his guard down for a bit.
When she asked, he looked away for a moment, a little sheepish, and acting ashamed. "Yeah," he said quietly. He'd already lied and told her he'd not killed anyone, but he figured now was the time to tell her a little more.
"Some people do offer themselves up for a feed, and I drank a couple of times from people. Just a little, you understand. But I remember when Sanguini was in town - last year. I ah... offered myself as a meal to him." He bit his lip, hoping she wasn't going to judge him.
"It's pretty amazing." His voice was soft, almost wistful, even as he let his hand brush lazily in circles over her stomach.