It was ironic that every shudder and squirm which horrified Hal just thrilled Lord Harry. And there was a small part of him, the part with his hand grasping at his friends leg that wasn't entirely Hal much as he'd sworn to be. Hal was just focused on the blood, on that taste, fresh from the vein, not bottled and stale. Katherine, human now, was bursting with life, a life that she wanted to give up because she didn't have her power. It was despicable really, she knew nothing of what it meant to feel powerless.
Or maybe she does now came the thought, unbidden.
She knew now of course, and it wouldn't take much for him to placate her, lock the door of the room. Make appropriate threats about what would happen if she refused him and then...
But no, no....she reached ten, and much as it killed him he threw himself back away from her, and of course found himself unable to meet her gaze. How could he now? After what he'd asked of her, demanded of her. What right had he to ask anything of her at all.
"Thank you Katherine... I'm sorry I had to put it that way. And that you've seen this in me. I'm so very sorry."