[She lets him push her back into the wall, blue lips splitting into a mocking smirk. After all her own relationship problems, watching him struggle and flouder in their past makes her feel just that tiny bit better.]

Oh of course, if you say so darling. There's only black in your blood pusher, you only desire my teeth and claws and the fight. You don't want something... softer at all.

[Her hand runs over his cheek, a light caress before falling]