"No. I knew that. That it keeps you alive. Unless all those vampire stories are wrong which clearly they aren't."

She wrinkled her nose at his mention of a favorite drink. Blood was thick, but not as thick as a milkshake. And usually you drank milkshakes with a straw... not straight from the cows udder... And now she's remembering the plasmavore with her bendy straw.

"I'm not saying no. I'm not saying yes either..." she hastened to add. "I'm sort of used to the idea that losing blood is bad unless you're using it to donate to someone who needs it. To save their life... And you know... first encounter with an alien was someone who killed my supervisor by draining him..."

Oh stop talking. She's going to talk herself out of any more contact if she keeps going.

"But I think... right now... I would rather have you kissing me again. And we can take it from there..."