"Ahh, I knew it..~ You're hungry too." The words left his lips almost in a blissful exhalation. Blissful and excited. His appearance was now a little disheveled, his hat had fallen off his head and several strands of hair had come loose from its usual hairstyle. Nikolai looked at you through half-lidded eyes as you hung over him. These wonderful emotions rose in his stomach, mixed with hunger, giving a rush of sweet adrenaline at prices. Your weight on his stomach, pressing him to the wooden floor, and the table lamp, which you had been ready to kill him with, now lay not far from his head, without causing him any harm.

He provoked you, damn it. He knew how you tried to refrain from drinking blood too often so as not to inflame your receptors. And yet here you are now, in this darkened room that you entered to tidy yourself up, fix your clothes and hair. But instead, you're now pinning this jester to the floor. You saw the way he looked at you when he tried to stop himself from biting his lips with his own fangs. But you, in turn, were only irritated and even angry, really now thinking that it was worth killing him to reduce the number of problems per square meter of this room.

"Don't look at me like thaaat. I can't stand it." Even though he said that, he still didn't dare to even touch you, keeping his hands on the floor next to his head. He was waiting for you to finally give in and let him do something.