Stefan petted her hair as she drank for a few moments, then he pulled the limb away, the wound healing almost instantly afterwards. "Good girl," he whispered, tipping her chin up so he could kiss her gently on the lips, licking the rest of the blood away with a groan. At least she was no longer bleeding and her wound had healed. He could be rough all over again. "Down on your knees," he whispered against her lips, running his fingers down the center of her throat slowly, like he was deciding whether he should bite her again or not. ...Maybe later...maybe not at all. He would just have to wait and see.