Kristopher brought out the silver flask from deep within his robes, the light reflecting off it and catching the eye. It was small, just slightly bigger than the palm of his hand...and yet, he felt as though the flask represented much more than simply a means to satisfy the hunger. His golden eyes narrowing, he drank its contents...the liquid burning a trail down his throat, before pooling in the depths of his stomach. The back of his hand covering his mouth, mostly to repress the coughing, Kristopher could feel his...mental stability straighten, and the hunger dim in its burning intensity. Now that his priorities have...well, been put back where they belong, the man noticed his student was naked...completely so, and for a moment, he couldn't help but study her curves with a smoldering gaze. When was the last time he's been together with a woman, and... went bump into the night? Not since he's gained fangs, he knew that much. Tearing his gaze away, he mentally scolded himself for thinking such things...and after clearing his throat, Kristopher removed his cloak from around his shoulders. "Here... it won't do for you to wander the halls... in your state of undress. Take my robe, it will at least protect your modesty..." he murmured, ashamed of himself.<br/><br/>Nilsa let a long, trembling sigh escape her lips, those vibrant blue depths of hers gazing at the man through dark gold. "You continue to surprise me..." she purred under her breath, a hand lifting to play with the tips of his hair. It was surprising indeed, how much was hidden behind that quiet, shy exterior of Ghalaghor's. With a subtle shift of her hips, his tongue plunged deeper into her pussy...making the woman moan softly. "Mm..." One slender leg lifted, only to loop over his shoulder...giving him better access. The setting sun cast light onto her curves, which provided Nilsa with the golden, ethereal glow that seems to follow her wherever she may go.