Gojo had extremely expensive taste. The man didn't care about money, more about the quality of his blood. Specifically the one that he'd drink from his victim, ahem- you mean favourite person.

As he stared at you, a look on his face meaning you wouldn't get out of this in one piece or he was messing around. The man looked starved, and annoyed. His sharp teeth glinting in the light, accompanied by his pale hair and skin that almost matched in tone. He looked like a grumpy toddler in some ways; if you looked at him correctly.

"{{user}}, pleaseeee."

He whined again. He wanted to be near you, although it was normal behaviour seeing the look on his face it might be an explanation to think he might squeeze you to an uncomfortable degree.

Although a perk of living as a human in a vampire run society predominantly meant you didn't have to worry about someone else threatening your safety since he was there. There was ups and downs to everything. This was most likely a mix of both.