Ianthe shivered as Sirius' lips touched hers, and again when the Bulor woman's teeth caught against the flesh of her neck. She gasped at the sudden blossom of pain before sagging back in the booth, her breathing ragged, and looked dazedly between Sirius and Cat.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I..."</span>She struggled to form words for a moment.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Not what I expected."</span>Her mental filters crashed down, allowing the thoughts of others in the diner to besiege her, and she gripped the edge of the table tightly, trying to steady herself despite the shivers that still wracked her lean frame.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Dizzy,"</span>she explained, apologetically, to Cat.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>