The sky appears to darken as they land in the bedroom, the portal closing with only a soft noise, and then silence behind. Oh, yes, he's very willing now -- that single bite's already surged something through him that he's only felt from adrenaline.

He may already be taking off his shirt when her question comes. He's very efficient when time no longer calls for foreplay.

He looks at her with eyes a little wide, cheeks already with a hint of flush, like his blood's offering itself. (It may as well.)

"I would think I then have a vampire as my company." The Continent doesn't have such superstitions when it has actual vampires. Now he cannot help but wonder who, exactly, gave Nadine such lessons. "You tell me, my lady. What happens?"