Gulliver was already nodding in agreement to what CiCi was already saying. "I know. You're a human." All sorts of things were suddenly zipping through his head. Over all, he was awkward, extremely awkward, when it came to being a vampire and saying and doing the things a vampire ought to. He was trying to get better at that, he was watching others, the way they handled themselves and their humans, and now worked hard to piece together bits of what he'd learned to come up with something to say now. Something that would inspire awe and maybe even a little fear. Respect and maybe even desire.
"I can smell the blood in your veins from here. You smell like you taste really good." The line he'd come up with felt wooden on his tongue and instantly after he'd said it, Gulliver wished that he hadn't. Seriously? Had he just said that CiCi smelled like he tasted good? There wasn't a hole deep enough that he could crawl in to make up for that.