"That's good. Lot of weirdness going on, it's nice to see a familiar face." She can hear every movement, and every instinct says to get up and approach. They're ignored, of course, fingers curling as the little creature places a paw on her hand. It's a difficult question to answer, though it wouldn't be so normally. "I..."

If she was in her right mind, it would be easy. "I'm not... sure. Usually, I drink as little as I can - I hate the way it tastes. But right now? It feels like the first time. After I was turned, I mean. We..." Her gaze flicks to his face, his neck, the floor. "It's hard to stop, when you're too hungry. I'd rather not risk hurting someone." She should have locked the door, too— too little too late and all. "I'm not my sire." That seems more for herself than him, honestly, as she brings her other thumbnail up to her lips to bite at.