[VOICE; LOCKED to "Pendragon"]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Someone hasn't eaten in a few days and is starting to get peckish. She's hesitant to go down this road, but so far this is the only prospect aside from Carter, who she respects a bit too much.

So her lazy drawl comes on over the communications network, appropriately in ancient Norse because...why not?]

I'm starting to think that you were all talk, darling.

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[hung_garian]

Touching. Can't say I usually have that effect on ... well, anyone other than Zeus, anyway.

[He's probably joking.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[She undoes her tie, sliding it out from under her collar.]

Now that I don't believe.

[hung_garian]

Aww. You're too kind.

[primogen_vampirate]

Mmm, no. I'm really quite awful.

But that doesn't mean I'm not good company.

[She slips the tie around his neck and gives it a little tug.]

Come on, then.

[hung_garian]

[Here, Mina, have what is probably the smuggest grin you've ever seen on the guy.]

Thought you'd never ask.

[Regardless of whether or not it's what she had in mind, he goes for another kiss. It's not as if there are any major arteries in his lips, but he figures if she wants the jugular, she'll probably go for it whatever he does. Might as well get a few kisses in first.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[She kisses back, more than a little pleased with herself. Although. Admittedly. A tad bit uncertain. After all, it's been several decades since she's really ever kissed anyone. But it's like riding a bicycle...

...right?]

[hung_garian]

[Right.

If Gabriel's got any problem with her technique, he doesn't show it. And since he probably would complain if he had, being a big ol' whiny baby, she's probably doing a-okay. As it is, he steps closer and brings one hand to rest on her waist. The other's left free in case he needs his sword. What? He's been stabbed a lot recently. That gives a guy trust issues.]

[primogen_vampirate]

Mmm...

[She pulls back slightly after another moment, unsure about whether or not he needs to breathe. Anyway, time for the big finish.

So to speak.

With surgical precision, she leaned her face against his neck, slipping her fangs under his skin and administering the Kiss.]

[hung_garian]

[He tilts his head back obligingly, baring his neck. Well, partly to help out. Partly just because holy fuck. The hand on her waist tightens in the fabric of her shirt, and... yeah, that noise he just made was not very manly at all. He doesn't care. He doesn't really notice, actually.]

Y'know, 'f all blood donations were like this, I'd be the Red Cross's biggest contributor by now.

[Hey, if anyone can snark with someone's teeth in their neck and when they're this out of it, it's Gabriel.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[She doesn't laugh, even if it's funny. Mina's intently focused. As she drinks his blood, she's careful to keep track of it all. She's not going to overindulge, after all. Even if it won't kill him. And at this, point, she's ready to believe that it won't.

Her skin starts to glow by the time she reaches a third pint.

Gently, she disengages, running her tongue over the bite marks to heal them up. And slowly, she turns her face up to his. Her eyes are jewel-bright.]

[hung_garian]

[He's not keeping track at all, predictably enough. He's fairly confident it won't kill him, but honestly, he's not thinking about it. He's not thinking about anything much, really. Quelle surprise.

By the time she looks up, his eyes are open again, and his breathing's getting more regular. He glances down at her after a moment and gives her a smile, slightly breathless but overwhelmingly smug. He looks like the cat that's drowned the canary in the cream and had them both, with the goldfish for dessert.]

Feel like I oughtta have a cigarette or something.

[primogen_vampirate]

I might have some in the living room, although they're dreadful for you.

[Rather like her.]

Care to lie down for a moment?

[hung_garian]

But Mom, I'm not sleepy.

[primogen_vampirate]

Does your mother often make you feel aroused?

[She makes a face.]

Do gods get anemic?

[hung_garian]

I don't have one. And no.

[He looks up, with a smirk.]

'Course, if you wanna try your hand at caring for the poor exhausted blood donor, I'm willing to play along.

[primogen_vampirate]

[She takes her tie back, looping it across her shoulders and nodding her head in the direction of the living room.]

Stay a spell.

[hung_garian]

Well, never could say no to a beautiful lady.

[He sticks his hands in his pockets and walks into the room like he owns it, continuing to talk without looking back at her.]

Not feeling too staticky, I hope, what with all that electric.

[primogen_vampirate]

I'll live.

[Mina sits down on the sofa, bridging her fingers and setting her feet on the coffee table as she leans back.]

I suppose we've sufficiently answered the question of what I want. Now I'm curious about you, my dear.

[hung_garian]

World peace, end of starvation and a white Christmas.

[He sits down on the other end of the sofa, perched on the arm with his legs crossed. It probably shouldn't support him, but it does, seemingly without any difficulty.]

But if you can't manage that, I'm sure I'll think of something else.

[primogen_vampirate]

Then I suppose we've an arrangement. Although I do feel like I just made a deal with the devil.

[She pats her lap.]

[hung_garian]

You're not far wrong.

[He raises an eyebrow at her.]

What am I, a cat?

[primogen_vampirate]

I was thinking more like a lap dog. You do have those puppy eyes.

[She frowns thoughtfully, examining her rings.]

Wouldn't be the first time I've made a deal with a devil. Although I do hope you won't tattoo a Hebrew letter on my face if you get displeased.

[hung_garian]

Aww, honey, you say the sweetest things.

[He does, however, push himself forward onto one of the sofa's actual seats, landing with a bump. The sofa seems undamaged. Perks of being an archangel.]

Anyway, I wouldn't damage a face as pretty as yours like that. [Beat.] I'd damage it with runes. Norse gods represent.

[primogen_vampirate]

Well, it would hardly be my first Norse tattoo. But I'm afraid we don't know each other nearly well enough to discuss the others.

[And brazenly, she pulls his head down onto her lap.]

[hung_garian]

[He deals with that quite well, considering. There's only a brief moment of 'what?' before he decides why argue with a good thing, and stretches out on the sofa. Not difficult, when you're his height.]

You know what they say, show don't tell.