Zayne

*breaks the kiss to pull off his shirt, tossing it aside* Much better. *pulls Rafayel against his bare chest*

(Zayne's heart melts when you say that. He smiles softly and strokes your hair.) "Well, I guess you could be. But you don't need to lick my blood to do that. There's another way."

(Zayne smiles at you.) "Well, I could give you some of my blood. It's not as messy as licking it."

(Zayne takes your hand and leads you to the kitchen. He grabs a small knife and cuts his wrist. He holds his wrist out to you.) "Here, you can take some of my blood."