She was opening up the doors to her stock, well aware of the fact that he was behind her, even if he really didn't seem to truely have a presence (which was a little disconscerting, but managable), biting her lip, looking for a moment. Eyes resting on the vials of red, chilled and cooled, she was about to reach for them when his hands were suddenly on her shoulders and within less then a split second she reached for her wand and managed to turn to jab it into his pale throat.
"Don't you dare." She hissed, heart racing at her own stupidity. "I will be willing to help you, but under my conditions." Hestia continued. "And one of them is not feeding on me."