Isolde matched him, not minding the roughness. She only looked like porcelin. When he was spent and she was nearly drained, Malachai pulled her close and they both slid to the floor in a heap.<br/><br/>Without a word, he called for some carry out Chinese and then returned to the bathroom to find Isolde in a cool shower.<br/><br/>"I heard you ordering Chinese. That sounds really good. I think I could eat a dozen eggrolls and some hot mustard." she called cheerfully. " I had forgotten how hungry I become feeding a vampire."<br/><br/>Malachai grunted something about her body building its strength. Finally, he left the room, closing the door softly behind him.<br/><br/>Isolde finished cleaning up and returned to dress. The battle clothes she had worn yesterday were laid neatly on the bed. they were clean and the jeans had been replaced. Soon a knock on the door followed by a "Delivery", called Malachai away from the chair where he had been silently watching.<br/><br/>He paid the small man and set the small containers out on the side table. Isolde's mouth watered as she filled a paper plate with egg rolls and chicken fried rice.<br/><br/>As she took a crunchy aromatic bite and smiled.<br/><br/>"Are you shocked that I didn't run away?"