Her words were taken with the utmost seriousness, and he wouldn't blame her. Even if it meant he'd come back and then they'd have to somehow figure out what next, or she would just continue to kill him every time. "I've been a lot worse in the past..." He shrugged his shoulders a little and shook his head while he watched the glass fill up and wondered how much more she was possibly going to fill it up.
The echo of her heart was pounding in his head, he could hear the rush of blood that ran through her veins attempting to make up for what was now a missing piece of her. The smell was alluring and he was hungry for it before this conversation had even started. Nodding when she would tell him to take it, he made it a point to close his lips as best he could over the incisors before removing his hand.
Aidan was anxious but kept calm as he picked up the cup and pressed it up to his lips, the instant gratification of blood running down the back of his throat relaxed his entire body. Describing blood to someone else that didn't drink it was difficult, but a smooth velvet that layered on thick and wrapped your insides to keep them warm was something that could attempt to give a human; or witch an idea of how it was. This, her blood though it tasted even better. Maybe it was because he hadn't fed for a while now or just the fact that she was different; it was too soon to be sure.
The glass was emptied and though he had a slight moment where he wanted to finger the cup clean and get every last drop, he didn't. Quiet for a few moments he glanced up at her and made sure he hadn't made a mess of himself. Able to control his emotions, and his hunger much more now he would have his eyes return to normal as well as his teeth. There was a slight gasp that held in his chest before he let it out, "Wow..." He looked at her and then her arm which he felt guilty about.