[ His only answer at first is to shake his head repeatedly as if rejecting her words concerning what he should have done as a Temple Knight. To take anyone's life is all but unforgivable to him, and although he knows he should not stand to let one such as her live, he also knows he would not be able to strike her down. ]
I could not have done it. Why should you not be allowed to live? [ He has just enough of his senses remaining to give voice to those questions. ] Why should I be allowed to live, when you face threats and danger every day? [ Or rather, he assumes that she would face danger on a daily basis if not for the fact that she had hidden herself inside her cave.
His body seems to react of its own accord, pressing slightly against hers as if desperately asking for continued closeness with her. Her touches and caresses are stirring up feelings that he assumed were long dead, and now that they have come to life, he only wants more.
How could he ever hate her when she is giving him things he never dreamed he could have?
With such a willing subject just inches away and offering herself to him, he finds he can hardly resist now that his darker instincts have been awoken. The part of him that hated himself for what is now an inextricable part of his life has been suppressed, and in its place is someone else: someone else with an appetite and a need for sustenance. But even then, he is not a mindless creature looking to eat and nothing more.
Instead of answering her question concerning his opinion regarding her taste, he offers her a small smile, and if she is looking closely enough, she might see a brief glimpse of pointed teeth. But he does not use them just yet; instead, he presses her lips against her arm once she has guided him so that he is resting in her lap. A vampire he may be, but he has not completely lost all measure of politeness, even for a creature who thrives on the blood of others.
His movements are slow, given the lingering weakness, but no less purposeful. He takes hold of her arm lightly with one hand and leans forward just a fraction, mouth open and teeth just barely bared. One pointed fang lightly pierces the skin on her arm, and with what might be seen as a surprising sort of gentleness, he presses his lips against the spot waiting for a droplet of blood to form. He needs to feed, but he has just enough presence of mind to not treat her roughly or carelessly. ]
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I could not have done it. Why should you not be allowed to live? [ He has just enough of his senses remaining to give voice to those questions. ] Why should I be allowed to live, when you face threats and danger every day? [ Or rather, he assumes that she would face danger on a daily basis if not for the fact that she had hidden herself inside her cave.
His body seems to react of its own accord, pressing slightly against hers as if desperately asking for continued closeness with her. Her touches and caresses are stirring up feelings that he assumed were long dead, and now that they have come to life, he only wants more.
How could he ever hate her when she is giving him things he never dreamed he could have?
With such a willing subject just inches away and offering herself to him, he finds he can hardly resist now that his darker instincts have been awoken. The part of him that hated himself for what is now an inextricable part of his life has been suppressed, and in its place is someone else: someone else with an appetite and a need for sustenance. But even then, he is not a mindless creature looking to eat and nothing more.
Instead of answering her question concerning his opinion regarding her taste, he offers her a small smile, and if she is looking closely enough, she might see a brief glimpse of pointed teeth. But he does not use them just yet; instead, he presses her lips against her arm once she has guided him so that he is resting in her lap. A vampire he may be, but he has not completely lost all measure of politeness, even for a creature who thrives on the blood of others.
His movements are slow, given the lingering weakness, but no less purposeful. He takes hold of her arm lightly with one hand and leans forward just a fraction, mouth open and teeth just barely bared. One pointed fang lightly pierces the skin on her arm, and with what might be seen as a surprising sort of gentleness, he presses his lips against the spot waiting for a droplet of blood to form. He needs to feed, but he has just enough presence of mind to not treat her roughly or carelessly. ]