Eventually, the two were able to be disentangled from each other. Sweet tasting as he was, it would be a waste to drink him dry tonight... she could just keep him around as a tasty morsel for as long as she wanted, after all.  They were able to get redressed in time for the limo to arrive back at her Haven, and at least Alfred was walking a little funny when he came out; dried blood on his neck, and everything. He had completely spaced out on its presence, on the still present marks on his neck.<br/><br/>When they come back inside, in fact, Erica can probably smell it. That sweet blood of his, dried and starting to congeal, to scab over two wounds on his neck that could be nothing but a sign that Cass or someone else had fed on him.<br/><br/>Previously, Cass got to see how shameless the man could be. Now, she got to see the other side of the coin. He had enough time between walking to the door, waiting for it to open, and then seeing Erica, to realize that he had done something very, very wrong. He looks at her, but can't bring himself to make eye contact. "Hi, Erica. Can we... talk?" There was a distinctly despondent quality to his voice.