When she swayed, he reached out to catch her, but then saw that she'd righted herself. He was not about to ask whether or not sure truly meant having to do things she did not wish to. Typically, her kind lied about it, but there was a distinct tone in her voice. It could have simply been a matter of him hearing only what he wished to, but...he supposed it was because he understood. Not everything Heaven had ever asked of him was pleasant. For the most part, it was actually quite the opposite.
"Are you all right?" he asked, standing behind her with a concerned look. "If you require assistance, I need to know."
He'd never known a vampire to experience the memories of others while feeding, but he'd supposed it was possible. For Eric's victims aboard the cruise liner, it had been sexually pleasant. Which only meant there were varying species of vampires regarding what reality they hailed from.
But then...very few vampires had experienced the memories of an angel.