Re: In the orchard: Daniel/Aubrey
Daniel was a half-second late in pulling back from the descending trunk lid, not because he was deliberately ignoring Aubrey but because his consciousness didn't have the internal knowledge of how such things worked, just like Aubrey wouldn't have automatically reached to adjust the squabs when getting in a carriage. For an old vampire a half-second was more than enough though, and Daniel moved away like smoke in a shadow.
His dark eyes stared starkly out at Aubrey in a kind of confused disbelief. He hadn't been as far north that he was particularly familiar with that phrase, and he was too busy gaping at the general situation to cross-examine the differences between that French and the old European one he knew. "My dear fellow, I am certainly capable of obscuring a bit of pain, or preventing myself from drinking too deep." He wasn't actually offended. He was marveling a little at the offered temptation in front of him.
A wolf bite was absolutely fatal after a day or so of agony for him, and Daniel knew it as a fact. That Aubrey would offer so casually made Daniel think that perhaps the big wolf didn't know that. The word was that the cure for a wolf bite was the blood of the same wolf, so if he drank from Aubrey he might -- would probably be safe from a poisoning if Aubrey lost his head a bit and decided to nip him. Still, the prospect of potentially lethal danger was relatively foreign to Daniel. He found it extremely thrilling. It made his senses roll on knife edges and his pupils get very round and very black. He chewed on nothing while he thought about it.
"A sip?" he asked, making a face. The deal didn't preclude him getting a drink from someone else later, once the wolf stopped prowling. "I think you do not know what you are offering, perhaps. I promise no real harm will come to any of my meals." He was at the same time attempting to appeal to his own better sense than to get into teeth range of a werewolf. Even if he did smell oh so very good.