He could only pretend to be suave for so long. The jig was up and he had only just started. Rohan had a practically perfect mix of smooth and rough, if that rough was a level of nervousness when he somehow ran out of slick things to say. So now in this uncharted, unfamiliar territory he was out of the "right" things to say. Mostly.
"I don't think I have the taste for flesh, I'm afraid, but I do like to leave my mark behind." He gave her a smile that fell slowly as she went quiet and still. His heart danced in his throat, the tips of his ears went hot.
"I'm saying you can feed on me--provided it won't hurt and I won't become some curious vampire merman."