[He goes weak and so her grip to pin him loosens ever so gently, and she'll actually crumple with him to the floor; falling to her knees when he's finally too limp because she's caught up in sucking every last little drop of precious blood from his body. She marvels herself but not having to come up for air, not having to worry about a single thing but the hot running tap she's pressed her lips to. But she's greedy in this moment, sinking her teeth in again - gnawing at his neck as if it'll offer up any more blood any faster. Ignoring how it might instead be nothing more than painful. She hasn't refined the art yet.
But she pulls back, finally, just to look at him, licking blood off her lips.] I should've asked you a number. How many... You said a lot, so I'm taking your word on that, Reid.
[Such a bloody smile, before she kisses his cheek.] Thank you.