Dennis had to hold himself back from grinning at Luna's curiosity. But instead, he played her with his little farce. His hands still trailed over her stomach, and he pretended to think carefully of the right answer. But when he did, his eyes were soft, as were his words. "It's amazing. It's almost like I feel alive again." That was the most truthful thing he'd told her in the entire time he'd been staying with her.
He said no more, letting her think on that, and letting her make her own decisions. "The reason why so many vampires get a bad name, is that they take without consent - they feed, and then they don't stop until it's too late, and their victim is dead."
"When Sanguini fed from me, it was amazing, and I only felt a little woozy afterwards. It was easier the next time, and after that. And I had to admit, I did start to look forward to it before he disappeared again." He had missed it, which was probably why he was so accommodating when Svetlana first bit him back in the battle, and why she decided he'd make a perfect immortal.
He slid across her body, wrapping his arm across her stomach. "Tired?" he asked. "It's getting late. You should probably sleep."