Dareios stared at the doctor intently, watching the subtle changes in her demeanor after he presented himself for the taking. He wanted to be honest with her from the get go. If she had questions, well, it was better if she found out the answers now than later on down the line, he mused. Or at least, he'd rather she find out from him and not another creature, maybe someone young and with less self control. Despite this, Miya had a way of truly testing Dareios' discipline. Sure, he'd had slip ups over the years. Ian, his associate, was the most recent one. There had been women, too. Ones who teased him with sex but their darker fantasies pushed him too far. These were memories he didn't revisit often, but they sounded off in the back of his head now in warning. If Dareios was truly going to open himself up to Miya, well, there were some boundaries she was going to have to try to understand. He smiled at her as he watched her stick out her tongue in a playful manner. He enjoyed seeing the way she lit up at the opportunity to ask him anything. But before she could voice any of her curious thoughts, they were both bent over her scalding hand. He could once again feel the blood rushing through her body, both from the sensation of the burn and the aftermath of him startling her. "Sorry." He said sheepishly, before taking a step to the side. His head reached for her wrist while she ran cold water over her palm. He bent forward to inspect it more carefully. "I could get the cream if you prefer, but the 'magic' is indeed much quicker." He offered in a nonchalant manner. He cocked his head to look at her seriously now, gauging her interest in his offer. "Perhaps this can be lesson number one." He said with a sympathetic smile. He motioned for her to move back to the chairs, and grabbed the displaced kettle off the stove. The vampire finished pouring two cups of tea into the saucers she had laid out, and brought them to her back at the small table. 'Vampire blood has instant healing powers." He said. "For it to work, you will of course, have to consume it." The pale man raises his thin lips and his fangs protrude. He moves one, slender index finger toward his mouth and presses it quickly and firmly against one incisor. As he pulled his hand away, a fleck of rich red blood pools at the tip. "Allow me..." He said, his voice trailing off as his fangs retract, and he grants just one drop of his blood to fall into the teacup. He looks up to Miya then apprehensively, unsure how she would register this. It was blood, after all, that he was suggesting she drink. His blood. He swallowed hard then and waited for Miya to say something. "It's strange, I know." He said with an uneasy laugh. "Vampires have been hunted down for their blood for centuries, because of these exact properties. I do wonder if just a drop would help you feel less exhausted, too." He breathes a deep sigh then before effortlessly sliding into the chair across from her. "There is a bit of a catch, however." He begins, his stare dropping to the dilluted, red tea before returning to the doctor. "If you choose to drink my blood, I will have access to your -err- emotions.... I'll also be able to feel where you are. It's difficult to explain, but this is only temporary. The ability will wane and disappear eventually." Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |