He shuddered at the feel of her lips on his neck, pressed against her ever so slightly. But, no biting came. Maybe it was strange, but he had actually hoped for it. He didn't understand why it felt so good, and part of him didn't care why; just wanted to feel her fangs in him, just wanted to provide her what he could.  And then maybe she'd give him some of hers, and... wait, is he really thinking about that? Yes. Yes, he is. And that might be worrisome. In fact, as she kisses him, she might feel him tense up. It's not because of the kiss at all, even though it may seem that way; rather, it's his thoughts that are bothering him, making him worry.<br/><br/>He returned the kiss enthusiastically. Then, he leaned in to nuzzle her neck. One kiss, two kiss, three kiss... right along her throat, he'd plant a row of kisses, from one side to the other. "Pretty good. I'm actually surprised that I'm not more worn out." Yesterday was pretty intense, and had he still been human, he'd probably still be in bed. But that delicious, lovely vitae filled him with vitality. That, and he actually eat a nutritionally balanced meal for the first time in quite some time.<br/><br/>Though, speaking of which... he gives her another kiss, again on the forehead, before moving over into the kitchen. He goes into the fridge, and gets out a saran-wrapped plate of chicken, rice, and steamed vegetables, and warms it up in the microwave. On the chance that Cass didn't have a microwave, he would just eat it cold.