"Oh no, this is my taste too. Depends on the mood darlin'." There were times he wished he could read her mind as she did his when she drank his blood.
"You're doing great, though I am not really an expert on it. Think we're doing fairly well for a couple of old dogs learning new tricks." He winked and stroked her cheek softly.
"You get prettier by the day. Swear sometimes I can't even breathe around ya."