Lorelai massaged Myron's scalp as he drank, smiling when he finally pulled back. The kiss was just as hungry as the feeding, but she knew she did need time, not for the sex, but the second round of feeding that would certainly go with the sex. She cupped his cheek and gave him a quick kiss. "I can honestly say that no one has ever told me such a thing," she said, laughing. "And you, my darling, make my head spin. Be a dear and pass me that potion. We'll see if it works, and if for some reason I start dying on you, call Max. Pippin. He lives above the store, so you'll find him there. He's probably the only one who'd know what to do if a Muggle has a reaction to potions. As you can imagine, I don't trust St. Mungo's to care of a Muggle. Also can you grab the juice. Ta."
She didn't get up just yet, even though she would have to or she'd choke trying to drink. Instead she reached out, touching him. "So Mr. Rockstar, do you have people to do your worrying too?" she asked, casually. "I don't know Merton, but you seem close. Are you closer to him than the others?" She guessed from the way he mentioned that Merton would make sure that he's fed. "Don't get me wrong. I'm sure you're all close, but relationships are as different as personality."
Lorelai finally sat up and sat crossed legged. Her shoes had been abandoned the moment she had walked into the house. "And if you don't want to talk about him, we can talk about something else."