She can't help it. It's a thoughtless impulse, but his hand on her mouth? Mina grazes the pad of his finger with one razor-sharp little fang. Slick, swift, it's entirely possible that he doesn't even feel it.

But there's the warm rush of blood into her mouth, sweet-tart and metallic and utterly delicious. She closes her eyes and suckles, obscene little growling noises coming from her throat.