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She's leaning forward ever so slightly, intent on his words. She tilts her head ever so slightly, like she's listening to something that no one else can hear, when he's done. She's actually going over her knowledge of the vampires of her world.

"I don't think that the vampires in my world get that much from the blood."

She shifts her eyes back to him, and they now have a gold tint to them.

"Sounds intoxicating. How ever do you manage on the blood the bar serves you?"

His voice pitches deeper, thick with passions remembered and hoped for.

"It's bread and water to a starving man. It sustains me, keeps me alive and sane. Nothing more than that."

She makes a hmmm sound, it's just this side of a purr.

"And there's no way for possibly a willing victim, or do you have to kill who you feed off of?"

"It's possible not to kill, but it's very difficult. Takes enormous control. Fledglings usually can't manage it at all. If I was sufficiently full otherwise, I might be able to manage to stop myself after a few mouthfuls, but it's not a certain thing."

She nods slowly.

"Mores the pity. I was thinking that you should find someone to feed off of on a slightly regular bases, but if you can't feed without killing."

She gives a soft shrug.

"Then it doesn't really work, does it."

He shakes his head sadly. "No, it really doesn't. Mortals as a rule have neither the will to resist the pleasure of the bite nor the strength to fend off a vampire even if they could. And when the beast takes hold, it sure doesn't plan to stop. Another couple hundred years and I might have the necessary control, but right now? Too risky to chance."

She makes a hmm sound again as she tilts her head and taps the side of her neck. This is actually done uncounsciously. She's just thinking.

"I wasn't thinking mortal though."
Her voice is slightly distant, as her mind is in a memory, only there enough to talk.

"I was thinking some one whose blood would pack more of a punch." She glances breifly at him to see if he's caught her drift.

Oh, he's caught it like the game-winning pass of the Super Bowl.

He leans forward slightly more, blinking those dark brown eyes in the most innocent way possible.

"And do you have any ideas where I might find someone like that?"

She smirks at him, her reddish brown eyes shimmering with amusement.

"Oh I don't know...any were or being of power really."
She waves her hand idly, like she doesn't have a perticular person in mind. Though she ~~probably~~ does.

He taps a finger against his lips.

"Could be difficult. No telling how many people here might fit that bill, and other people might not be as forthcoming as to their nature as you... have..."

Vachon trails off, as if an idea just occurred to him.

"Hey, you're a were," he says, really milking the moment. "Don't supposed you'd be interested in -- naah, why would you? We've only just met, after all."

So. Very. Innocent.

He plays the innocent act really well. She almost believes it. Really.

She raises an eyebrow at him. She does like pain and blood after all. Not as much as her playmate from her world, but enough that it might be an interesting endeavor.

"I don't know. Didn't you say you weren't sure if you had the control to stop when needed?"

She didn't say no. Well lookie there.

He's had lots of practice at it. Centuries, in fact.

"Yeah, I did say that. I also said that gorging on the bar stock would help those chances. And that if the other person happened to be the type who could send even non-flight capable vamps airborne... well, that might make a difference, too."

He deliberately doesn't look at her as he says this. He looks toward the ceiling with the air of someone just 'thinking out loud'.

She taps her fingers against her knee, keeping a steady rhythm.

"I don't know abut airborne. We just are sweeter, and have more power to our blood, which, at least in my world means that it's easier to fill up without taking all that much."

She tilts her head, watching him intently, though her expression is one that's almost bored. She's never had a problem sharing flesh and blood with some of her pack members. This time? A vampire that she was just meeting.

He might be able to see in her eyes a shimmer of the question of how much she could trust him.

Without realizing it, Vachon is tapping out a counterbeat with his heel. Whut? He's a musician; he can't help it.

"It's something to think about, that's for sure. If the thing were set up right, it could be like a fabulous coffee and dessert course after a fairly mediocre meal."

He finally turns his head down just enough to make eye contact with her.

"Definitely something to think about."

~~So is this mun.~~

She continues to drum her fingers, making the beat slightly irregular. Though there's a soft smirk playing on her lips.

"Question though. Not that I mind pain but, how painful is your bite?"
Her body would re-create the blood cells lost within twenty-four ours, though the bite marks probably wouldn't fade as fast, if he was similar in any way to the vampires in her world.

Both feet are into it now, improvising around her beat. There's probably an answering smirk on his face as well.

"Well, I've never bitten myself, so I can't say for certain. I can tell you from my own experience with others that it's no more painful than a needle stick, and even that only lasts a moment. After that, it gets quite pleasurable."

There's a soft chuckle at his improvised beat, but she keeps it up. It's fun.

"Into music I assume?"

She tilts her head, thinking. Sounded about what happened in her world.

"Well then maybe I might be up for trying it."

He shrugs playfully, letting his hands get into the spirit of things, tapping on his thighs, the side of the chair, whatever works.

"Yeah, some. Needta see about getting another guitar at some point."

He grins at her with undisguised lust with her next statement, dropping all the innocent pretense in an instant.

"You have just made my night, mi belleza. Now I've got three things to look forward to with you."

She stops her drumming to lean back and watch him. She's very amused at this point.

"You could always ask the Bar for a guitar."

She raises an eyebrow at him.

"Really? Three? Was there that many?"

The smirk might give away that she's playing.

"Oh, at least that many," he says with perfect honesty.

"Lets see, there's the flying trip, the bitting." She tips the two off on her fingers and tilts her head.

Her eyes portray nothing but innocence. She's played games like these enough that nothing else is showing. "Am I forgetting something?"

~~[ooc: the mun didn't post with the wrong journal...nope!]~~

Innocent!Raina inspires even more naughty thoughts than Naughty!Raina. That's... interesting.

"There's also the seeing you at full power," he adds playfully.

That's half the fun of that part of her game. She's very aware of how people will preseve her, even when she's acting a certain way.

She tics off that on her fingers as well. "So there is."

She tilts her head again, stretching her neck. To him it probably looks like she's doing because she's thinking. Though, in her mind she's very aware of the view for a vampire.

"Anything else?" That innocent tone is still there.

There's a whoosh of wind, an an eyeblink later, Vachon is seated beside her. One arm is stretched behind her on the top of the booth seat, the other is on the table, palm raised and fingers splayed, the nails digging into the surface. He dips his head slightly toward her shoulder, then lifts it again, following the curve of her neck, breathing in sharply, inhaling her scent.

The gold is shining in his eyes again as he sits back, arm still behind her.

"Oh, I'm sure I can come up with a few things," he purrs.

She leans back and rests her head on his arm. There's a soft sigh. She raises her hand and traces things on his hand. It's not an unusual sight to her. Owning a cafe that caters to shifters, you get a lot of nail marks on table tops.

"I'm sure they'd be fun too," She purrs back.

She taps his hand on the table softly. There's a small smile on her lips. "Problem with something?"

[ooc: Sorry I didn't get to this sooner, the message of reply in my inbox showed up just today...stupid LJ]