"Kinky," she says, grabbing her phone and pointing.

Eyeroll.

Giggle. Record!

He lets her know when it's quite strong. Maybe looks at her a bit too long, then shakes his head a bit.

Then she stops recording.

Pause. Turn to Sadde. "So – preferences for where I bite and are we setting a specific time or is it just 'bite and stop asap' or what?"

"How much blood do you drink per second?"

"Uh. Fiftieth a liter? Ish, since it's about– four minutes for about five liters."

"—oh. Okay, so maybe like ten seconds?"

Nod. "Do we have any more safety protocols we need to set up, or, do you think this is sufficient? I think this might be sufficient but based on track record so far it might not be because we might be underestimating something again."

"Mm, we shouldn't go in the sun, uh, is there a reliable way to stop you...?"

"Jump!"

He does! Doesn't even look annoyed at her, just turns around to look at her questioningly.

"I probably can stop you with this."

"– Right, yeah," he agrees.

"So, uh, not neck, wrist...?"

He turns around to face Sadde, possibly reluctantly. "Uh, wrist probably works?"

She offers her wrist, then.

He bites.

She's tasty!

And now that he's paying attention rather than just going with the flow, he can actually control the flow of blood and make this last longer, and also there's this... thing... he could do...

… He can, you know, try that thing?

"Oh."

"Stop!"

"No, don't—"

He's already detaching, then pulls back and– thinks to wipe his mouth before he says, "There was– a thing and I don't know what?"