Yoko just looks her over. Discreetly doing so. Trailing his gaze up and down her without even seeming to do so. He watched the wind play with her hair. Watched her cheeks flush with a tiny bit of color. He crosses his arms. "Ah...so my senses were right. You are a damphire." he says softly. "My name is Yoko." he was well known among the vampire race. He saved vampires for fun and to help them survive. And he was damn good at it too. He looks at her. "If you are that hungry...you can feed from me. You won't kill me. But I must warn you...it will be a bit...intoxicating. Or so I have heard."