"No. Connor, no. Stop that."

Koda sternly reprimands the small three-year old in front of her, drawing her arm out of his reach. He whines unhappily, his little hands grabbing for her arm, angry that it had been taken from him. But Koda isn't too keen on being bitten by the little vampire, even if he was virtually harmless. Despite Bram's gentle persuasions, she'd remained firm in her decision to stay human. Or, at least, as human as she could get.

Connor, not one to give up, turns his teary eyes on her other arm. He lets out a small whine, sitting up onto his hands and knees and scooting closer to her to try and grab at his new quarry.

Koda sighs, moving her other arm out of his reach, both arms now raised in the air in front of her, as if she was a zombie.

Connor looks up at his mother, attempting an expression of pathos in order to get what he wants. Unfortunately, he's met with an impassive gaze.