"Tony..." she sighs in a tone he knows by now; it's hesitation, uncertainty over accepting what he offers even though that's exactly what this thing of theirs is based on, at its most basic level. She pushes the envelope when it comes to her need to feed more these days, concerned about his well-being more than her own. None of it stops her from pressing closer to him, though, needing that closeness just the same as him. It was just harder for her to admit, sometimes. She lifts a hand to his face, gently tracing a scratch on his cheek with cool fingertips before dipping her gaze to the lines on his torso.
"I wish you'd let me take care of these," she murmurs with a touch of regret. It wouldn't take but a couple of drops of her blood to heal such superficial injuries, but she knows it's unlikely to happen even if it didn't draw unwanted attention.