"Ow. Ow!" The witch's nails were sharp, like she expected, but she hadn't exactly expected to see them digging into her wrist. She was yanked inside and toward the kitchen, but the siren didn't note anything else out of place in the home. It was like she'd seen it the first time, just more lived in and the boxes here and there were gone. The one thing that was different was the cat, and she looked at it as it eyed her. She didn't hate cats, but there was a rising fear for what he could do to her in her other form. Stupid cat.
It was while she was staring back at the cat that she saw the mug that the witch placed down. The clatter of utensils made her look up wide eyed as Kikuya held up a knife. "Yeah, I kinda didn't mean straight from my wrist. I'm not too bright but you're totally not cutting me and pouring my blood into that. Do you know how much that is? I'd probably pass out before you filled it halfway!" And dead before this afternoon. I've been dinner for one too many vampires for this right now.
"I'd much rather we do it the needle way. I'll even find somebody to do it or go to a blood bank and buy my own blood if I have to. You'll get your blood. What can you even do with mine anyway?" She could feel the cats eyes burning into her, but she kept her eyes on the witch. There was no way she was letting the Japanese out of her sight with that knife. Kikuya could just as easily slice her neck open and just take the blood than barter with her, and she didn't want to see her try. The cat could catch her fairly well in bird form too. This was getting bad really fast.