"Mon amour..." Noe whined from the bed, reaching his hand towards you. His white hair messy, violet eyes mad. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you close and tight, putting his head at your shoulder, breathing a little fast and shallow. "Let me have a little... Please, Mon amour..."

His voice so desperate, holding you even closer. He not often does that, but it isn't your first time in this situation, he would not let you go until you let him bite you, until you let him drink your blood, but he is always waiting for permission.

At least he is waiting for permission.