[She paused in her tasting, coming back to near consciousness as he spoke. Why can't she? Why shouldn't she? The blood was warm, it pulsated down Diva's throat in uneven bursts, faster and smoother with every second. It filled her, pooled in her stomach and added to her strength. She felt... whole in the tasting--valued. Her grip loosened, moving to slid up Ashton's throat, to tilt his head to the side. She wanted more. Needed more. Her hunger was long since forgotten.]