[A ripple of anger flashed through Diva as Conrad leaned over Ashton, blocking her view of him. Of MOMO. This was her prey, her bait, her decision and yet... it was what she needed because looking down, she easily found Conrad's knife tucked away in his boot. Slipping a hand down to grasp the hilt, she pulled it free, only distracted from the task when Ashton laid another hand on hers.]
Please? [Diva shook her head] Of course.
[Shaking her hand free of his grip, she swiftly sliced open her wrist, allowing the blood to ooze down her hand in a thin stream of bright red, adding to the stains already marring her skin from Ashton. She needed him to drink, and holding her hand over Ashton's lips, she cajoled him.]
Drink. And then you'll sleep.
[Diva smiled, encouragingly, hoping he still had the strength. If not, well... Ashton could be forced.]