“There is something called a bathroom,” I growled as I grabbed one of his hands from pulling down the zipper on his pants. “Don’t strip in my room.”

He laughed ever so loudly before taking my hands and bringing them to his lips, “If you say so, my lady.”

I rolled my eyes at his ancient language.

“It’s the 21^st century; quit talking like you’re still in the royal age. You make me sound so old.”

“Can’t blame me, I was taught that way,” he replied, taking his shirt off, totally ignoring about the bathroom I just mentioned. “So what’s it tonight, blood, murder, or ?”

“None of the above,” I stated bluntly, causing his frown to deepen. “The last option will forever be unavailable.”

“Well, it’s a life or death choice.”

“Only if I don’t get the four stones back before the next awakening Mr. Know-it-all,” I grunted.

“Heh~  With your pace now, you’ll never get anywhere,” he chuckled and took my hands into his. “I’m going to be jealous. Aren’t I enough?”

[Heh is like "Eh?" but the tone sounds amused, often heard in Japanese movies etc.]

“I’m not doing this for my sake, demon. Don’t be selfish.”

He scoffed and dropped my hands, letting them fall to my sides. I inwardly laughed.

“Don’t call me that, I have a name,” he gritted.

“Your name is too ancient,” I waved him off, ignoring his dark expression. “Go shower, you smell.”

I was pulled down onto his lap before I could have took my chance to leave, stumbling in the process. I glanced at the clock pass his head and sighed when I got the idea, giving in to what he wanted. It was that time again.

I shivered when his lips grazed my neck, and winced when the familiar pain pierced right through my skin, savoring and consuming just enough from his only source of living.

That was going to leave an ugly mark tomorrow morning.