Damien smiled a little when she stated that she like his multicolored eyes. He shivered a little when her warm hand touched his cold face. It sent a chill down his spine. What was this feeling? He longed for her..not her blood, just her... He didn't understand it. When she spoke up, he looked into her eyes and nodded lightly, but was still a little out-out-it, so he didn't say anything. He didn't resist her when she moved his hand away from his mouth.

Damien blinked a few times when she left, then came back with a wash cloth. When she sat down beside him once again and began to clean him, he blushed. Feeling like a child after finishing a meal and being cleaned by their mother, only this was a different. He looked at the bloodied cloth that had been put aside when she was finished, then looked at him with soft eyes. "I do... Thank you." He said quietly.