She has conjured a syringe of venom. There are no known effects relating to any particular person doing the turning, but she's gone ahead and duplicated her alt's venom - what would be hers, if she turned - regardless.
She hides it behind her back and smiles.
[Okay!] she says, by brainphone, because she's kissing him. [Oh, one thing. The Imperial Soothsayer would've warned me if this wasn't going to work, but you should be informed - I'm going to install a human-specific air filter on your person so you aren't uncontrollably desirous of eating most people you meet.] She tries it. [...Or maybe I'm not. That's annoying, that's one of the things I asked Alice to check, why wouldn't she have said anything...?]
He does not object to not wanting to eat people... exactly. In principle. But he wants to know what it's like to want to eat people, what does she take him for? Of course he does. So can he do that just once, around somebody who's got some kind of protection powers and won't be anything more than unnerved if he chews on them a little, and then he'll decide to let her put the filter on and that'll be that?
[Adjustable filter, if you meet someone who wants to be considered edible you can take it down for them alone?] Bella suggests. [But I cannot approve actual human-blood-drinking, that permanently dings vampire self-control. So it'd have to be Bridget, or somebody magicked to work like her if she finds the idea creepy.]
He loves her, he loves her, he loves her. Everything hurts, he's pouring stars, and he loves her. He can just about barely feel where his hands and his nose and his cheek and his arms and his stomach are touching her, through the pain, and he loves her. She is perfect and amazing and she gives the best presents and he loves her.
[No, I'm making you a vampire 'cause I thought you'd like it. But I wouldn't have if you weren't going to wind up stuck on me, since falling in magical love with people is an occupational hazard of vampirism and can't be ruled out for arbitrary possible people until the person in question has already been identified.]
[Hey, Lazarus, did you wanna come see the endgame of the Christmas present?] Bella inquires, squaring on some clothes that they've both been doing without for the last couple days. [It is incoming.]
Bella magics herself immune to venom and related substances and vampire bites, and kisses him on the mouth. He is not as warm and soft as he once was, but they can freely vary that whenever they like with magic, and he's not exactly unpleasant to kiss even like so.
Everything is so much more. Brighter, sharper, louder, with a depth and clarity that human senses could never achieve.
And out of all of them, the thing that's most is how much he loves Bella. It's the same as it was, but different. Bigger. Clearer. Deeper. Louder. Sharper. Brighter.
Grinning, he kisses her forehead. He's still hugging her, and the pressure of his arms is as delicate as you could want, but the kiss hits hard enough to bruise.
"Whoa," says Alice.
Alice can't see magic, or her coins; she spends the hex and the star to declaw the evil-looking thing right then without changing her expression at all. Used undeclawed, it would probably incinerate an entire planet, maybe send the Sun supernova. "I should probably hold onto this," she says anyway.
"When I said we'd arranged for him not to eat people," Bella says, "I meant that he's got a human-specific air filter so he doesn't instinctively lunge for the carotid just from being in the room with us. But since you've got your defense on, if the idea of Alice ineffectually gnawing on you happens to amuse, say the word and he can turn it down."
"You didn't wanna wait and see if he was gonna take you up on ineffectual gnawing?" Bella asks, but then she prods at the emotion-blob and takes a moment to breathe oddly and ramp up her speed to process inhuman levels of muchness. "Oh dosage control issues hello," she says weakly.
"I might be getting braindead on how much you love me. Elspeth can do that, if she blasts people with too much vampire-mind," Bella says. "I already got kinda high on it, and if it gets anywhere near dangerous I'd start to worry about my ingot power deciding the mindreading's dangerous like my alt's witchcraft decided Elspeth was dangerous."
Hex goes.
"Trying this again," she murmurs in his ear, and she opens the package of emotions and does-not-quite-drown.
But only not-quite.