I nodded, understanding. "So, you seduced me." It wasn't an accusation, just a confirmation.
"Yes." He waited for my reaction. I guessed that he was wondering if I was going to run out the door next. When I didn't, he relaxed a bit. "Are you angry?"
"No," I said honestly. "If I hadn't wanted this, I wouldn't be here now."
He nodded, but said nothing. He gently stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, a gentle caress. "Your skin is so lovely-pink, blushing, warm " his voice trailed off as he crushed his lips down onto mine, but I pulled back and concern filled his eyes.
"Just one more question " I asked.
"Woman, you'll be the death of me," he said, plopping back onto the bed. He covered his face with a pillow. I guessed that men have been exasperated by women since the beginning of time.
I laughed, taking the pillow from his face. "I'm sorry, but this still doesn't explain why I was craving your blood just now."