MORGAN
Morgan raised a skeptical eyebrow to Neron's claim of his weaknesses being a myth, not trusting anything he was saying at the moment. Thankfully he seemed to know to shut up when the knife came out and sank to his knees before her, mouth pressed to her wrist: as much as it was inappropriate in the moment, she had to admit she liked seeing him there.Without the rush of feeling the bite usually gave, she was able to stay more rational during the process, watching Neron drink with a mix of emotions. A little disgust, but more pity; that he had to do this, that he had been forced into this life. Any pain in her wrist was easy enough to deal with, Morgan knowing that the cut would heal, but Neron would need blood and be lacking in his senses forever.
When he had taken enough she felt satisfied he was quenched (even if he wasn't ), she took her wrist back, not wanting to lose too much blood. Pulling bandages out from her bag she began to wrap her wound, resting her hand against the bar. "Once, I would not have imagined letting anyone do that. You are an influence on me. I've yet to decide good or bad."
Fall upon your knees saying
"This is my body and soul here"
"This is my body and soul here"
