How's he expected to focus on your check-up when you smell so goddamn good? The scent of warm blood continues to fill his lungs with every breath as he checks your blood pressure. It smells sweet and he knows if he took a little sip, it would leave a nice aftertaste on his tongue that he would taste every time he swallowed. It isn't often that he finds someone with an AB-negative blood type. Hell, he never has met anyone with it. But you. Oh, you... With every breath, all of his blood seems to go south.

"What I would do for a little taste," Ryan murmurs, barely audible to you. He seems to not even realize that he's said anything at all.