Aidan backed away with the pushes, thinking that Evey was being playful, not being aware enough to smell the anger coming off of her, or hear the heavy beating of her heart. He was smiling until the first smack, which woke him up to reality somewhat. The following ones made him hyper alert. Instinct had him ready to fight back, but he calmed himself.
A hand reached up and a finger touched an exposed fang. Ashamed, Aidan put them away, which made the black of his eyes fade as well.
"I'm sorry." He really was, he well and truly was. Tipsily, Aidan weaved to the couch where he could lean against it. His shame was evident on him, and he wasn't trying to hide it. Not from her. She not only knew him too well, but deserved to see all of it. He'd failed her, he'd gone and he'd had living blood, when he'd made a promise to her that he wasn't going to do that. That he fought against that part of his nature.
And what had he done?
He'd killed a lot of people.
Aidan didn't know how to tell her that. Or if she could guess already. She knew he'd had something to drink because of the warmth of his body, she wasn't stupid. He rubbed his face where her hand had made impact, it didn't hurt physically, but it did hurt.