Elara's eyebrows rose in surprise of Cyne's admission that the bottle was what was throwing him off, her 'meal' as he called it, and reminded her that the smell of blood gave him memories of her warriors' merciless nature fighting his. She folded her arms loosely at her midriff and titled her head to the side, her expression neutral, one that was contemplative. "Interesting. You do understand that my kind are not the only ruthless sort on a battlefield, correct, Your Highness?" Her voice was quiet, but her form was taut, like a bowstring pulled back only searching for the target to fire the arrow at. "I did inform you that the required dietary supplement to keep my kind from becoming savage beasts that yours fear us to be is very humanely drained under the supervision of those trained to such a duty. What you may not know, is that a vampire can discern from the taste of blood different things. Mages, for example, taste reminiscent of such things they have control over. I believe you were convinced that should I take an inkling to drink from you, it would burn me?"<br/><br/>She flicked her eyes at the chairs next to the table that the food sat on before going to the bottle on the other table beside the bed and picking it up, jostling the remainder a little as she turned to face the fire mage once again. "But it also follows in the ..." She reached for the right word before continuing." Emotional state the donor is in as well at the time they are drained." Elara tapped the pad of her fingertip on the cork of the bottle pointedly, drawing attention to it, rather than trying to hide it from the mortal prince. "Terror? It's actually quite an acrid taste on the tongue. I don't care for it. Some of the more sadistic of my kind develop a fondness for it, but it's quite a depressing meal for the majority. In addition, this particular one is mild, a little nervous but not terrified. Probably the first time she's donated, young." She tapped a fingernail on the glass bottle.<br/><br/>"But if it would soothe your frayed nerves that I didn't indulge in a dietary requirement before you, I will refrain until I am out of your sights." Elara stated finally with a tired sigh as she approached the door and slipped the bottle into the hands of a passing servant. "Return that to storage, I've had my fill." The vampire queen closed the door once again and promptly returned to the bedroom, giving Cyne a look that was less than impressed. Perhaps she had expected too much from him after their mutual respect reached in the ruins of the old city. Old prejudices were hard to overcome and humans had such a short lifespan to learn to move past them.