"It's not exactly what I had planned either," Mina said wryly as she stared after the shut elevator. "I thought at most I'd get a good fuck," she mused, shrugging her shoulders slightly and trying not to wince at how uncomfortable her wound was. Silver was always the most painful, although claw and bite wounds were a close second.
Finally she turned to him, the cocky smile returning. "Yes, I'm sure you've been dying to get those lips on me for a while now. Well, if you weren't already dead." She sighed, glancing down at the blood stained dress. Another outfit ruined; blood was impossible to get out. With a sigh she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it in the corner of the room, clad now it only her panties and bra. "I shouldn't be selfish and let good blood go to waste, right? Especially when you've been dining on tofu all night," she gestured towards his wine glass of cold blood. Tilting her head to the side to allow better access to her neck, she held out her hand. "We have to get this part done sooner or later. Since I am your beloved little apple of blood now," she grinned devilishly.