Even Yuuki felt as though it was that much more private and intimate-- even though his place made the most sense. It wasn't as though drinking blood in public was a typical thing to do. It felt more like an extreme version of public affection. Honestly, she had been fine just before this- she had promised herself that she would be, despite-- the dreams she recalled. Why now couldn't she keep the color from her cheeks?
"That seems like our best option..." Which was also the truth.