Letha rose her eyebrow at the 'don't play with my food' part. She couldn't help it if her food had warm, soft bodies that could give pleasure. She had been lonely, looking for a connection, and while feeding things sometimes got heated. Yes, humans were walking, talking food, but they had other qualities, too.
Guilt. Letha never felt guilt for anything, but here she was feeling guilty because she hadn't stayed...pure...for Jeremiah. She hadn't waited for him. Apparently, she hadn't thought he'd come back to her and would find another to suit him. Vampires rarely stayed with the same person. When you lived as long as a vampire, you could sometimes get tired of the same person after a century or two. Not that she ever thought she'd get tired of Jeremiah. No, she could see her life living with him for eternity.
She looked away from him and down at her hands. "I...didn't know," she finally responded. "I've been so lonely since you left that...I've had others..." man this was difficult to say. "Not relationships, nothing like us, but I've had others in my bed...I'm...sorry," she was finding it hard to look at him now. How did one go eighty years just waiting around? She could do it, but there had never been a promise and she had been locked in a town unable to ever search Jeremiah out.