Gavin licked his teeth as Chloe thanked him sweetly. He smiled wider even than he had when Dante held the sword to his neck. Something about the sound of her voice, he felt… good! He actually felt something that wasn’t pain or fear. Coupled with the luscious cocktail of adrenaline and dopamine that Chloe’s blood infused Gavin with, her blood seemed like a catharsis of immense proportions. He would remember this day, this moment, this feeling, for the rest of his afterlife.<br/><br/>It was then that Gavin realized Chloe’s neck was still bleeding, he’d almost forgotten that even remarkable mortals like this one, couldn’t heal themselves in a matter of seconds like he and the others could. He lifted his own index finger to one of his fangs and pushed up, until the sharp point pierced the skin. He squeezed out a small bead of his own ancient, precious blood and lightly tapped one puncture and then the other along her neck.<br/><br/>With Gavin’s blood in her system, Chloe’s wounds folded in on themselves and the bleeding stopped. Gavin greedily licked up the trails of blood that had leaked out.<br/><br/>“Good manners.” Gavin smiled. “Good manners will take you far. I’ve never had blood like this… are you…”<br/><br/>Gavin trailed off, rolling the last precious drops over his tongue.<br/><br/>“You’ve not received a man yet, have you?” Gavin asked, turning his head at a slight angle, genuinely curious.<br/><br/>Gavin had long heard stories about virgin girls, and how their blood tasted so much better than that of “Tainted” mortals; but he’d never put much stock in those legends. He’d never thought much of it before now, being that “of age” virgins were all but extinct in the greater Los Angeles counties. Something about Chloe’s blood though… Something told him that she was special.