Liliya had spent most of her life, including her childhood, learning how to keep her true emotions from showing on her face. Her parents had always been that way and they had naturally instilled the same behavior into their children in preparation for the futures they had expected them to have. Personally, Liliya thought that hers had turned out to be the best, but all the same her ability to keep what she was feeling off her face came in handy outside of politics and now was one of those times. The wistfulness she heard in Lizbeth's voice when she repeated the idea of no other appointments and how utterly delighted she looked when she realized that Liliya wanted her was... who was so happy about something like that? I'll think about that later. Right now she was busy waiting to see what Lizbeth would say about that taste. That she might be refused was completely an option, and even an acceptable one considering what had been expected of this meeting, but it was not one that she wanted. Liliya not only wanted to know what she was purchasing, but she wanted to have that taste and that bit of blood, because if she had that then she would be able to call Lizbeth back to her. It was a very, very important connection to make and sooner was, in her opinion, better. "Good, thank you. I promise I won't take very much." Liliya pulled her hand away from Lizbeth's neck so that she could stand up.
If she had been moving far, then Liliya would have needed to grab one of her crutches, but instead she just kept herself balanced by placing one hand on Lizbeth's shoulder as she slid around behind her. "I don't bite often," the Cyri shared as she settled at Lizbeth's back, one of her hands settling easily at her waist. Her other hand came up to shift Lizbeth's hair behind her ear, eyes fixated on that vein in her neck that she was going to bite. She leaned in, her lips ghosting against the skin more to help Lizbeth get the feel for the temperature of her skin than anything else, and ended up distracted from her goal. It had been something like a month - longer? - since her lips had touched smooth skin and it was distracting. Blood, Liliya, you are here for the blood. "I'm going to bite you now." A moment passed after the warning before she sank her fangs into Lizbeth's neck, eyes sliding closed at the feeling of fresh blood and the taste... god help her, that taste was amazing. Liliya had had more than one variety of angelic witch blood, but she did not think it had ever been so strong. She had promised herself just a sip, enough to taste, but she kept drinking. She did not even realize that the hand on Lizbeth's waist had slid up under her shirt, tugging back to keep the redhead flush against her. Liliya had to put conscious effort into pulling herself away, and even then she kept her mouth close to lick up the blood that trickled out. Without even thinking she pricked her own lip with her fangs, leaning in to press the welling drops against the wounds she had left. Her freehand came up so that she could rub the blood in, unable to resist leaning in to take just those few other drops that she had missed before.
And Liliya felt... amazing. The calm that had filled her was even better than what came when she drank Naoki's blood. She felt full and at peace with everything. A smile slid across her face as she rested her forehead against the back of Lizbeth's head, unconscious of the designs that her hand was tracing out on the witch's stomach, or even that her hand was still there. "You... taste amazing." This must be why she had multiple clients.