"Its... an interesting feeling."  'Cat' said, rubbing his neck absently.    Sirius nodded at the order, typing a few buttons on her wrist band.  "Some vodka if you have any."  He stated simply, although given his metabolism it seemed likely his own system wouldn't easily get drunk.  At the mention of being a blood donation, Sirius arched a brow, watching with a slight smile.  "Well well, I see Cat has been spreading rumors about me.  But such a pretty thing, perhaps i'll indulge myself."<br/><br/>Leaning foward, she pressed her lips against Ianthe's, before trailing down her cheek, teeth lightly teasing the assassin's flesh, before trailing down her neck and  pressing her teeth to the flesh.  There was a sharp pain, before a dull numb feeling, Ianthe's body warming lightly, feeling good, although her neck had no feeling.  She could feel the Bulor's hand trail over her body suit, although just as soon as it started, it stopped.  Pulling back, Sirius wiped some blood from her lips.  "Not as sweet as Cat, but still rather nice."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>