he looked at her, "are you ok?!" he says worried for her

"Yeah, why?"

he sighed in relief, "nothing" he looks at her, "did my blood taste good?" he says as he his shirt was torn up and bandages adorned the nape of his neck.

Her eyes went wide and she quickly got up "How bad?" She asked, tears streaming down her cheeks "And no lying"

he sat there for a moment and sighed, "lets just say that I must've had very tasty blood...but don't worry ebony" he says doing muscle poses showing off how skinny he actually skinny he is when his cloths don't adorn him, "it would take more to take me out...and besides" he says hugging her tightly, "im fine really" he says comforting her