Elena took up her silverware to cut into the meat on her plate. It looked and smelled absolutely delicious, and she couldn't wait to taste it. Even though it wouldn't be as good, it was still made with care. A good portion of it was the thought that counted.
But then he was talking again, and while he talked he... he grew a claw. He slit open his skin. Her eyes trained on his hand, his wrist, and the claw. Instantly she could smell the blood in the air, and felt the hunger stir in her. She'd fed on a bloodbag right before she'd come, so she was able to control it. Though something ran across her face--the tiniest flickering of red veins around her eyes.
Then he set the glass right in front of her. The fork and knife that were in her hands came slowly to rest on the plate. Her brown eyes flicked from the glass up to his face, as her heart thundered in her chest. He knew. He knew what she was.