"What are you-"

Mika covered his mouth quickly, looking at you confused and almost not believing that you offered your blood to him when he seemed weak. He avoided taking it at all costs, using his reservations of Krul's blood instead. He didn't want to fall as low as the rest of the vampires and also, that by taking it he would finally become a true vampire. But his reserves cautiously stored in small glass tubes were destroyed in the middle of the battle, so now he couldn't help but feel the thirst growing on him.

He could feel his mouth watering, his throat burned, and his not-yet-complete vampire instincts begging for just a drop. But he resisted.

"No. I-I won't..."

He pushed your arm away while looking to other side.

"I-I'll find something else..."

He said trying to keep his tone steady, even when it was obvious how bad he couldn't resist. He didn't wanted to become a true vampire, but he didn't wanted to die of thirsty either.