Her brow furrowed a bit as she looked at him. How much she could handle? She riled defensively. If she was in her own fucking room this wouldn't have been a problem. She'd have a nice cup of juice, a handful of grapes, and she'd be fine. They could be fucking by now or something. Instead, he had to have his special little room away from prying eyes. He'd just taken a great deal of blood and he was surprised that she as a touch light headed? How long had he even been a vampire if this was a new experience?
On the other hand, it was actually kind of sweet that he was offering to take her out for food. Ridiculous, but sweet. He was most certainly not a typical John and the assumption that this was his first time in a place like this was inching it's way closer to fact. He was talking a lot, and she was having a hard time keeping up. She waved her hands in a shushing gesture, annoyance winning out.
"Shut up, just shut up." She rolled her eyes. "You're not my only vamp. I just need some juice and maybe ten minutes to kind of chill and I'll be fine. If we were in my fucking room, I'd already be fine. I keep food and shit stashed in there." She sighed and checked her wrist again. It could use a new compress, but it looked like the bleeding had largely stopped. Maybe she could get away with steri strips instead of actual stitches. "If it's weirding you out that much, I can pop down there, be back in five minutes, you get the rest of your hour, no problem." she swung her feet off the edge of the bed and stood. Her knees were a bit shakey but she was otherwise okay.
"Next time you come in, maybe give me a ten minute warning or something. I'll pack a lunch." She smirked at him as she moved towards the door. Her steps were careful. She didn't want him freaking out any more than he already was. She could just see Ginny's face if he went to her to complain because he thought she couldn't hack her job. She made a point of brushing close by him as she moved. When in doubt, she would use her sexuality as armor, and invading his personal space was par for the course. He'd paid for an hour with a prostitute, after all. Invading his space should have been expected. "Make yourself comfortable, handsome," she said with a wink, her hand resting light on his arm as she reached for the door knob.