Miniver has loved this since the first time he let a vampire feed from him -- years ago and worlds away.
"You can take more if you need it," Miniver assures him, barely feeling the delightful lightheadedness that accompanies bloodloss. "I ate plenty today, I've been at Teague's. Go ahead." He leans to one side just a little more, tempting, scritching a nail lightly down Bill's neck and shoulder.