"Thought you would be," she said, taking a knife from the kitchen drawer to make a small cut on her wrist, "here," she said, holding her wrist up to his mouth. "It'll take a little bit, it's not like the bites, I mean...bones take a bit to mend." She knew it probably wouldn't feel amazing, either, but she left that part out.
When he'd had enough, she pulled away and wiped the little bit of blood away from her wrist. "Now, you should probably be careful for the next twenty-four hours, Tony, no death-stunts, okay? Or you'll be coming back and then you'll be on everyone's list." Or maybe he wouldn't, maybe he would be like Lexi. Her nose wrinkled at the thought.