Once more, Sir Albrecht loses himself to the mind-numbing euphoria of the Kiss, all senses pouring away save for the bliss of drinking this woman's blood. Subconsciously, he pulls Nadya closer to him, burying his head between her shoulder and neck as he drinks heartily, groaning in pleasure. Oh, if only this could go on forever...<br/><br/>von Schwarz realizes what he is doing. Before he can take too much of her lifeblood, before he can put her in danger from his feeding, he pulls his head away. Mustering the sense and will to lick her wounds shut, he pushes her off, taking a step back. "Go..." he gasps, not saying anything more, averting his eyes from the veins of her neck, almost seeing them pulsing, inviting him to take another bite with their sanguine rhythm. Sir Albrecht would force her out the door himself, were it not for the fact that his touch might revive his bestial instincts and seal her fate. He only hoped she would have the sense to leave...