[She makes a little sound of confirmation, and then sinks her fangs into a soft spot on his forearm. There's pain, a moment of intense someone-just-bit-me-and-broke-the-flesh pain, which is quickly smothered by an astonishingly pleasant sensation. A pleasantness that's marred by her unpleasant scent and the general wrongness of her... but a pleasantness that would give him little reason to pull away or fight it.
Several long, wonderful mouthfuls of blood later and she pulls away. She licks her lips, then licks the wound, which closes it up neatly.]
Aaaaaaaah...
[And she looks just a bit better already. Less cold, less brittle.]
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Several long, wonderful mouthfuls of blood later and she pulls away. She licks her lips, then licks the wound, which closes it up neatly.]
Aaaaaaaah...
[And she looks just a bit better already. Less cold, less brittle.]