And she would. Too scared of him doing this to her again, she would do it and he would have a better revenge on Katerina Petrova than simply death could achieve for him. He smiled, a smile with no kindness or good nature behind it, no he'd won and he knew it. Almost without thought he bit down at his own wrist, the blood that would heal her flowing from the bite marks.
"Alright now drink, there's a good girl" he told her condecendingly, pulling her toward him deceptively kindly. Much as he hated her there was a strange connection every time he saved a life in this fashion. And this was no different.
"See you can be reasonable can't you?" he confirmed. "And didn't I tell you you wouldn't die?"
Poor little Katerina. Probably hadn't expected any of this, probably still wondering why the hell she'd gone to meet him. But she had, oh she had, and hadn't the outcome been just wonderful.