Mark's brows furrowed, and he almost drew back when he felt the arm under his nose, the smell of the blood heavy in the air he breathed in. Still, when he felt the warmth on his lips, he let his tongue dart out to clean the liquid off, before moving on to the cut itself, lapping at the blood pooling on the cut.
There were red flags in his head, certainly, of what was happening- it didn't seem likely to him, that the vampire should really offer this up so willingly. Still, he wasn't the type to look gift horses in the mouth, and so he drank until Draegan forced him back, the blood making his head swim.