Elena smiled softly at his words, a rush of emotion taking her as she gently grabbed his hand and kissed his palm, whispering an 'I love you' into the skin. She let him go in the next moment though and pressed her thumb to the pale column of her neck, cutting into the skin without flinching, blood beginning to slowly pour out over her flesh in stark contrast. "Drink?" The woman laid on top of him and held her messy curled hair out of the way, giving him easy access to the wound, an offering of blood. Elena closed her eyes, breathing deep and licking her lips slowly while she waited.