<em>A little gasp escapes him as she bites him there, though it is impossible to tell whether it is from sadness at the memory of his turning, or pleasure from the stimulation. Gently he holds her to him, stroking her back and her long, soaked tresses, his nimble fingers lightly dancing across her body.<br/><br/>"The undead is an antithesis of nature, my dear, and hence, the hunger born of it is, too."</em>