Excellent.

He keeps the wings, since she likes them so much, but he changes them to soft black owl feathers. And he kisses her and fills her lungs with vampire mist and keeps it there the whole time, touching her lifeforce without taking from it.

It's amazing.

Afterward he cuddles her close and drapes a wing over her like a blanket.

"You cheat," she giggles, sounding almost drunk on the aftereffects of intense pleasure, "in all the best possible ways."

"I'm so glad you approve!"

"It feels so good."

"I like making you feel good."

"Good because you're really good at it." Smooch!

Ee!

"You're so pretty. Prettiest corpse ever."

Giggle. "I'm a very pretty corpse, it's true."

He can have so many kisses.

Good! He's fond of those!

Good.

"Now I'm kind of curious when the last time you got laid was before me."

"...why?"

"You seem kind of skin-hungry is all."

"The last time I had sex and the last time I snuggled someone who wanted to snuggle me are... different times. By a lot."

"Fair enough. So when was the latter?"

"...I'm not sure."

"Aww, you're a lonely little presumed-rapist, aren't you," she says, petting his hair.

...he laughs. "What?"

"Do you have, like, friends. Besides me."

"No."

"And skin hunger and the look on your face when you said you weren't sure--you seem really lonely." Hug. "Well. I'll just have to see what I can do about that."