[ That pulse is all hers. He's City Dead -- his heart unbeating, his whole body replete with a disquieting stillness. But the languid pleasure of her feeding makes his skin tingle as if alive. It draws a sound from him -- partways purr and sigh. The cut of her fangs, the sweep of her wet tongue against his flesh, the seal her open mouth, blossom wave upon wave of sensation. His hand is a hard pressure against the curve of her spine. ]

[ Unexpected -- vexing -- when she breaks away to shove him. The force catches him off-guard. He reels back, but the annoyance on his face fades as soon as it appears. His grin is like a serpent's, slithering into her space. ]

'No'? Whyever would you say that? [ Reaching out again -- with less playfulness and more pain in mind. ] You'd rather starve? Rather be pathetic and sickly? Come, come, Saya. Let's not be so stubborn.