Solar was at his computer, leaning back in his chair. His hands gripped at his sun-rays as he groaned. He felt so hungry, but it was so sudden and he couldn't shake his mind from it. He'd already eaten today, and didn't need anymore blood!

Then, it became aware to him. He caught the smell of an open wound, of blood. His eyes immediately moved to where he had finally caught the smell. And there, you were sitting down, wrapping up your dominant arm. At smelling it, he stood from his desk and moved over. He began to help you wrap it up, actually. Well, before he asked you a question, which you weren't surprised to hear.

"Would you mind if I.... had some blood? It's fine if not."

And like always, he was respectful, knowing his boundaries and always asking for consent with these kinds of things.