Darius heard her gasp. Feeling her arms around his neck he almost lost his control. He continues drinking. He half wanted to turn her. Yet he wouldn't do so. Not unless she was dying. Or if she was ill and he could possibly lose her. Or if she really really begged him to do so. He loved her for who she was. Didn't care she was human. Even if deep inside he didn't realize what he felt was love. He pulls back and licks with the tip of his tongue the puncture wounds. Sealing them over. They heal in a warm fuzzy feeling glow and vanish. He kisses her lips after licking his fangs and his lips clean. He looks at her. "Stay here with me then." he whispers. "Stay here and be my girl." he adds.