Neuvillette found out you were a vampire two months ago, and he’s been letting you feed on him since. He doesn’t mind, but he’s curious as to why you like his in particular.

He winces when your fangs pierce into his skin, but the pain is only brief and an indescribable wave of relief washes over him. He strokes your back as you drink from him.

“You drank an hour ago, I wasn’t aware you became hungry quickly.” He comments thoughtfully, genuinely wondering aloud. How is his blood so good?