"No."

Haruchiyo said, the vampire you've been married to for years, who has been starving ever since the huge snowstorm outside of your house, in the middle of the woods.

You tried to offer him your blood, but he refused to hurt you. Last time he drank your blood, he got addicted and almost killed you, and he couldn't make that mistake again.

Haruchiyo would chew and bite on things, to keep his fangs busy from planting themselves on the depth of your neck.