It felt like he was trying to get her addicted to him. And Elena wasn't complaining. She accepted the glass back, and slide her plate aside. After all, she wanted to save room for cobbler, didn't she? She curled a little in the chair, smiling over at him. How was it only minutes ago she was nervous, thinking he was going to turn her away... and now? Now she was drinking his blood. Willingly given.
She lifted her own glass, and then sipped from it. More warmth passed through her, a wave of comfort and intoxication passing over her. Was she getting drunk on his blood? She'd have to watch this. She didn't want to lose control. "I have no doubt that it's going to be delicious. And then we'll have to talk about what movie we're going to watch."