Before he could refuse her blood (like hell he was going to be loyal to a vampire and cold hearted murderer even if they had sort of developed a bit of respect towards each other), the zombies had invaded the building and she had dragged him off. He blacked out during the run as it jostled his wound. When she set him down he weakly looked up at her.
"Like h-" he started but she shoved her wrist against his mouth and her blood started trickling down his throat. He tried to resist the taste and intoxication of the blood but it was too strong. He drank deeply before he felt too weak to hold his head up and it lolled back, his eyes starting to mist over slowly.