Leila blushes, uncomfortable with the proclamation.
She meets his determined gaze and responds, “I don’t... know... Why less than a week?”
“It’s what he promised, and he’s likely to keep it for you.”
She frowns and murmurs dryly, “I feel so honored.”
Ezra’s eyes travel to her neck, the bruising gone. He questions calmly, “You’ve healed already?”
Leila nods. “Yeah, minus your uh... love bite... I’ve always gotten better pretty quickly.”
“Your blood heals you.”
She narrows her eyes and quips, “Yeah, that’s generally how platelets and the like work. Last I checked, I’m not a hemophiliac.”
He sighs. “Your blood heals others as well.”
Her eyes widen and she blurts curiously, “Does that mean I can fix that hole in your chest in an instant?”
Ezra frowns. “Don’t worry about that. It will heal with time.”
“But if I can help...”
“No,” he answers in a stern tone. Leila pouts for a moment but then replies, “What if we did it without you biting me? Would that make you say yes?”