She reaches up to tuck her hair back behind her ears, unnecessarily, her teeth dragging over her bottom lip before she takes a few steps back (so she doesn't have to watch him do it instead). It would be so much easier if he just knew what a vampire was but he doesn't and she has to show him.

Taking in a slow breath, she lets herself think of blood, the consuming lust for it that lays deep within her. She's in control but she lets the veins beneath her eyes darken and shift. And then she lets her fangs descend for a moment before she closes her eyes, not wanting to see his reaction.