[It's natural, the desire and impulse to pull on those feelings strong within her. Drinking without emotional attachment is something she's never done, before, difficult to stop herself from. It floods within, his feelings, fleeting visions and emotions that wrap around her, all entirely Zero.
It's not long, not much blood at all, before she slowly, carefully draws back. A small trail of red drips from her chin, the few precious drops of blood missed. Lifting an arm she wipes it with the back of her hand, dark gaze lifting to stare up at him uncertainly.]