The bed ruffled Dhampir merely quirked one elegant brow at Seria's statement, uncannily green eyes peeping out at the blonde haired Witch from amidst the mass of jumbled sheets. He didn't say anything as she teased the fabric away from his face, allowing the potent stink of ripe banana to waft up his newly exposed nostrils. If he were any more Human, Echo might have gagged. He'd always hated the thick-skinned fruit, even when he'd been young and his growing body were still reliant on the sustenance of solid foods, he'd always considered bananas repulsive. The smell, the taste, the texture, even the shape.<br/><br/>He perked up, however, as the Witch offered him... well, she offered him breakfast, as it were.<br/><br/>Her hands stunk, but the life essence pulsing just below the surface of Seria's proffered wrist was fragrance enough to diminish the putrid odor to but a diminutive annoyance. The sheets slipped from his generous shoulders as Echo pushed himself into his elbow, flinching subtly as the dull rays of sunlight penetrating the room found the exposed skin of his back. He took her hand in his own, drawing it closer as long fingers played teasingly over the bluish veins spidering beneath their thin protective veil, and his tongue slid greedily over his lips.<br/><br/>'You are very kind,<span style="font-style: italic">väike nõid</span>,' he informed her in a hoarse whisper, eyeing her limb with a calculative interest, before pressing his opulent mouth gently to the volar of her wrist. He kissed her pleasantly first, soft and tender, before his lips parted, drawing back over the sextet of mortiferous fangs. There was a moment of pause as Echo gave chance for Seria to pull away, and then the needle like tips were piercing through her outer membrane like a carving knife through soft butter. Sweet crimson liquid flooded his tongue, and a carnal growl ripped from his throat as hot blood tricked down his gullet.<br/><br/>The sun's sting ebbed ever so slightly, and the Dhampir could feel the lacerations scoring his back healing a little further. He wanted more. He wanted to drink until he was healed and healthy and utterly full, but he knew that even if he tried Seria was already depleted, and very, very small. There was simply not enough of her to satisfy him.<br/><br/>He reluctantly let go, swirling his tongue over the wounds to lap up the run-off that bubbled to the surface in the wake of his fangs. '<span style="font-style: italic">Aitäh</span>', he murmured, licking his lips clean, and he smiled invitingly up at the Witch. He sat up then, shoving the sheets back from his body in spite of the UV scorching him, and turned to face her. He cocked his head curiously, much like a baffled dog as he gazed up at her.<br/><br/>'This, uh...<span style="font-style: italic">võluvus</span>, will it take long?'