She couldn't help but let out a gasp at the prick of his fangs, but the pain immediately subsided as pleasure replaced it. Her body felt tingly, numb; she forced herself to remain standing. Her left hand had found its way to his jacket and latched onto the fabric, but she wasn't aware of it at the moment. She was consumed by the sensation. Completely consumed. But it was brief and the moment he pulled away she felt cold.
"Thanks for the money," Delilah said weakly, meeting his crimson gaze. Biting her lip, she looked away, cheeks lightly flushed. "Would you, er, like to go on a walk with me?"