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"Yes, god forbid I involve you with my 'petty' problems." She told him, causing him to frown. He hadn't expected her to react that way, even though he did give her the option. That was something he'd have to avoid in the future. "It's just....isn't there some other way?" She asked. "I beg your pardon?" Nathaniel asked, arching a brow in curiosity. He knew she was getting tired of being used as a human blood bag, he just never thought she would actually say anything about it. "And even if you did need to live on blood, what is so special about me? Why do you need me?". Nathaniel thought for a moment before grinning and flitting to her side. "Because, deary, your blood is truely spectacular. It would be bad of me to let an opportunity like that just slip through my fingers" he replied, flexing his fingers in her face for added effect. "Why? Do you have some sort of problem with it, slave?" Nathaniel asked. He was hoping she didn't answer, hoping she would just walk away in a mood. But the chances of that happening were very slim.