Paper towels in hand, Sookie tilts his head back and begins dabbing blood away from his face. "Next time, try and be a bit more specific when you tell me to hit you, or I'm gonna go for wiping that smug look off your face every single time."
She leaves his side again to throw away the bloodied towels and grab another fistful, as well as one she dampened under the faucet, dropping the dry towels in his lap. "Damn," she swears, having cleaned off enough of his blood to properly inspect the damage she inflicted upon him. "I got you good." Sookie is proud of herself, in a way.
Once she's got all the blood off, she instructs him to stuff some toilet paper up his nose to help with the bleeding if it's still going, then deposits the rest of the blood-soaked towels in the trash. She gets a whole three steps away from it, before she turns around and pulls the entire bag out of the trash can. Like hell is she leaving remnants of the blood of vampire who's over a thousand-years-old around for anyone to find. MarinaNova may not have it's fair share of V addicts, but she's not about to encourage anyone to start.