Blane smiled down at her. "Like this of course." He said and his Romanian accent slipped out a bit making it sound like sultry words rather than the jesting way he intended it. He smiled at her. "Yes it is. I win." He informed her. Holding her there gently but not too strongly. He didn't want to hurt her. He smirked at her. He would never hurt her but he would be damn hard to push away if she had tried. He could be quite stubbornly immobile when he wanted to be. He rubbed against her with his face teasingly when she started thrashing. Licking her earlobe and lightly nipped it. Not painfully just playfully. Vampires played by light nips. He was still a vampire afterall. Burying his face in her hair. "Ãˆ odore di vaniglia." (You smell like vanilla.) He smiled down at her impishly before saying. "Tutto Ã¨ lecito in amore e in guerra." (All is fair in love and war.) He smiled at her. "Next time bella seveline." He said with a smile. "Next time."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Cydrao felt her wince and loosened his hold. He wasn't sure if he had hurt her or not. He let her pull back and lowered his arm that had been at her lips. He was curious why her mind won out on her except when the hunger became too much. She was unlike any vampire he knew. Even Blane and he was the exception to all vampires. He watched her looking about to burst into tears. Fuck! Now what??? He was not equipped mentally with how to deal with crying women!!! What did he do now??? He held her close and rubbed her back with an ackward expression on his face. Not his strong suit. He saw a few true tears, human tears, fall down her cheeks. Taking his finger and took a drop from her cheek. Tasting it. Yes. Human tears. How was she crying then? It just didn't make sense. Unless....could the changling only be mostly vampire with some human still in her?