Remington didn't mind her feeding on him frequently, but it really wasn't a good idea. Sure, he was in good shape for a human, and he could always visit the infirmary to get patched up, but he didn't need to feel drained all the time. A little went a long way for them both. They both got the fix they needed, he was able to keep up his energy, and Candi got her full meals elsewhere. It worked for them.
Fucking worked too. Sometimes a little too good. He didn't feel drained from the little bit of blood she took, but rather, he was spent when they both finally climaxed. Being human had its disadvantages in the fact that he was totally out of breath and sweaty by the time he pulled out of her. "I was tired when I got here.. now I just might collapse if I try to get up." He chuckled as he tried to slow down his heart and lungs. "You need to stop being amazing..." he teased as he rolled onto his side and slid his hand over her abdomen.