"He was hungry and not entirely sure it'd be proper to drain me. Really," Dorian said as he rolled up his sleeve, placing his cigarette between his lips, "just a nip, we're all friends here, I won't tell if you won't." He was playing entirely coy then, leaning faintly against Damon as he extended his arm to Stefan.
"I truly don't mind. It's not the most pleasant experience at first, but I've done far worse things in my time than give blood to those in need. In fact, for me this down and out charitable."