A shiver ran through her at his words, and she stiffened.  Biting down on her lip, she said, "You... you're going to drink from me?"  She couldn't hide the nervousness she felt at the thought.  "Vic," she asked, using Sarah's nickname for him, "Does it hurt?"<br/><br/>She trusted him not to do it unless the said it was okay.  Although they'd only met, she felt like she knew him.  She felt like he was baring his soul to her as much as she was baring hers to him.  It didn't make sense to her that he was drawn to her, and she hoped that he wasn't just toying with her.