Rogal laughed at Eva's worry that she might hurt him. He knew she wouldn't hurt him at all, remembering the thirst his sister first had when she was turned and he was the one that had to feed her. "What's happening to you is that your feeling the urge to drink at the sight of blood. Perfectly natural for those who still haven't mastered control over the urges." he then barred his neck to her, "go ahead, drink. You won't hurt me, I promise it." he assured her, his right hand moving towards to his boot, just in case.