Thomas felt his brow arch high enough to touch his hair line. He drew it back down with a steadying breath. Well, that was interesting. not the question so much as the change in her entire demeanor. As if she became a different person.
Thomas had never quite landed on a way to answer that sort of question, without a demonstration. He liked demonstrations. "Give me your hand." he held his out ward, but left it up to her to touch him, knowing she would feel an instant jolt of pleasure when she did. Few people recognised it for what it was, so long as the touch was casual, and the recipient wasn't in love. Love destroyed all things, including Thomas' power to feed, leaving him with blisters and fire in his blood.