"Y-you're....You're a..."
Wiping his mouth with a rather expensive looking handkerchief, he then placed it to her neck, "Vampire? Yes, that I am." He responded as unconcernedly as if they had been discussing politics or other dull topics. He had this discussion so many times over the years that it had become quite tedious, though her reaction did amuse him, his eyes sparkling a bit as a brief smirk crossed his now clean lips. His skin had a bit more color now that he had freshly fed, and he kept the pressure on her bitemark, "Vampire blood is sort of a.... cure all, in most cases at least. It cannot heal magical afflictions, but everything has a limit I suppose." He mused, dropping facts upon her, he quite enjoyed sharing knowledge, it was a subtle way of making it obvious that he knew quite a bit despite his young age.
Crimson eyes stared down at her, almost burning a hole into her being as he assessed her reaction. She was definitely startled, but he awaited her response. With one hand he slowly relieved himself of his coat, left in his dress shoes, black pants, and a button-down shirt, "Calm down, dear. I'm not going to kill you. You're more useful to me alive than dead... and we don't feed all too often unless we become stressed or otherwise unnecessarily...irritated." He assured her a silent chuckle escaping him. Even though his tone was somewhat reassuring, his eyes never lost that sparkle of excitement. He enjoyed this, even if it was somewhat repetitive of an experience for him. He was still a young vampire, and fear was intoxicating to him. It's what he was raised to enjoy. He knew no other way. It was beaten into him from a young age.
As he led her to a chair, Damian placed her own hand to her neck, "Apply pressure to that." He stated as he retrieved his supplies, not really leaving room for argument. He retrieved gauze, antiseptic, and medical tape, kneeling before her. He wasn't going to tell her that his blood might have a more intense 'euphoric' effect on her, he doubted she would agree if he disclosed that information.
Hunger satiated, Damian felt much better, more tolerant, but also more mischevious, "Two options love, you can feed on my blood and that will heal within seconds, or we can clean it and bandage it up... Have you decided? I'm prepared for either." he asked, growing slightly impatient. He wasn't the type that liked to be kept waiting when he did not have to. She had a task to complete once her wits returned to her and he wished to tinker with his potions and poisons once again. It was the only hobby that eased his weary soul. His less formal appearance made him appear his actual age, much younger than he had appeared in the throne room, at least that's what many of the servants had told him. He wasn't sure, but he assumed it was because he normally adorned dark colors, but his shirt was pure white at the moment, contrasting his dark eyes and dark hair well. The vampire adjusted his glasses after placing the medical supplies on the end table next to the seat he ushered Tanzy to. He would await her answer, even if she needed a moment to gather herself. He couldn't push her too far.... at least not this early in the game. He would have plenty of time to have his fun as she adjusted to the news, to the new circumstances she would have to live with for the rest of her life. He did not wish to provoke her into doing anything drastic like harming herself or making an attempt on his or one of his sibling's lives. Humans, although frail, were highly unpredictable in that manner.... even the most cowardly found bravery in the most unlikely of places if nudged properly. The occasional kindness would likely make his life far less taxing in the long run...even if she was simply walking and talking food. Beautiful, but still simply sustenance.