He stared at her as she leaped up. "No harm intended. I won't touch you again." Toby had misread her apparently. And while some vampires might get off on forcing people to do the things they wanted? Toby wasn't into that. He'd lived it as a human.
There was a frown on his face when he saw what she did to the chocolate. "That has to be...huh." He shook his head. It looked utterly disgusting to him, but hey he drank blood to survive. People in glass grocery stores shouldn't cast stones apparently.
Moving from the doorway, he walked into the kitchen to do his own digging. There was a bottle of whiskey, so he went for that. It was best straight away. "You should take the alcohol back with you when the snow stops. You can do a lot of bartering with it."
Toby didn't need it. He had his ways of getting what he needed. Sitting back down by the fireplace, he took the floor this time to make it clear he wasn't planning to intrude on her space. "Why don't you drink?" He took a long swig of the whiskey straight from the bottle. It burned on it's way down. The only real temperature change he noticed.