One of her nails became a talon. She lifted it to the side of her neck. It sliced a neat little line that welled cleanly with blood. "Drink." She whispered roughly. "It'll give you a bit of energy. And it can't be good that you've gone five days without." She sat in his lap, pressing closer and offering her neck.
She could hope not to start something by giving this way. Having him bite her pulled the sort of reaction that typically led to things she knew he couldn't handle right at the moment.