Corey whimpered when he took the mug away from her just as she was about to drink. "Coffee... Aww." She pouted as he steered her toward the bathroom. "Okay, fine," she said, glancing down. That didn't look great. "Yeah, I probably shouldn't be bleeding all over everything when the delivery boy gets here. Probably should put on a shirt, too." She leaned against the bathroom counter, happy to let him fix her up.
"I've told you the quickest way for me to recharge, right?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him. She'd mentioned it last time she was hurt, and he'd turned her down. "I don't have any broken ribs this time," she said, a sing-song tone to her voice.