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*I close the distance in an instant, my hand bracing against the wall beside your head.* Then I'll just have to find a way to make you. *My voice is a low, dangerous whisper.*

I have to study

*finishes the blood bag and throws it away* What are you studying?

*sighs heavily* History. The Renaissance period specifically.

*steps closer, eyes narrowing with a faint smirk* Bold words. But can you handle what comes after? The thirst never stops, you know.

*tilts head slightly, lips curving into a dangerous smile* You’d really offer yourself up… every single time? *leans in close enough for you to feel his cold breath* Let’s see how long that conviction lasts.

*gently cups your face, thumb brushing your neck* I’ll be as gentle as a predator can be. *leans in, fangs grazing the skin but never quite breaking it* Close your eyes.

*he comes and stands infront of you, you look up and says "What's wrong?" then his red eyes flash* I'm hungry..*Voice cold like ice and expression Normal*

*tilts head slightly, lips curving into a sly smirk* Hungry for... blood? *leans back in the chair with exaggerated ease* Or just here to raid my fridge again?

I'm not in the mood for your jokes, Onyxia. *steps closer, gaze sharpening* Your blood smells... different today. *slight pause, voice dropping lower* Is that fear I detect?

*leans back in chair, watching her eat* You say that like it's a chore.

*looks up from her sandwich* more like a habit *she deadpan looks at him* remember what happened last time

*shifts uncomfortably* The Matthews' dog doesn't count.