"The pot definitely helps, but no, darling. No no nooooo. You have a little kick in your blood. Makes me feel confident, powerful. It's a nice touch to the water and drugs, trust me, you have nothing to worry about." Nikita kept smiling, her tongue flicking out now and then to catch any of the remaining blood that oozed out of the wound. For the most part it was done gushing out blood, but she couldn't help herself. Dagmar tasted excellent.
"So are you like your mother when it comes to the drugs or did daddy dearest tell you to do so just for me?" It didn't occur to Nikita that maybe her mellow words would offend Dagmar, seeing that it was a rather personal question, but her mind was succumbing to the marijuana and nothing that came out of her mouth probably made sense. Sure, she was calm as possible, but logic completely escaped Nikita. And this was why she never kept psychic blood around when her vampire contacts came in. Nothing ever good happened when on such a high, regardless of how amazing it felt.