She strokes his face, tender, soothing, with an almost vaguely maternal edge as she makes sure he's alright. He's been fed on before: he knows only too well just how she could draw him into a web of dizzying sensation while all the time ripping him open. She doesn't. She doesn't want to hurt him.

At the look on his face, though, she laughs throatily, "Still not enough, love?"