"Haha!" Sam chuckled, tapping the surface of the table lightly. "Well, will you drink mine then?"
He then leaned forward, propping his jaw on his palm, flashing me a mischievous smirk.
"Ah?"
"*sigh* The only person I want to drink my blood never even consider having a sip." Sam smiled brightly. "It never even crosses you, did it?"
I pursed my lips into a thin line. Well, why would I drink a vampire's blood? I'm a mortal.
"Do I have to drink your blood? But isn't that dangerous?" I asked, out of pure curiosity.
"It is dangerous. But I think you won't die now that you have lakresha. You'll just get sired to me once you turned into a vampire. Isn't that romantic?"
"I don't need to get sired to do everything you want, though." I let out a heavy sigh, taking this discussion rather lightly.
"Also, I don't want to become a vampire."
For reasons unknown, I hung my head low. Was it too selfish for me to say those words?
