[...and now she's spewing some religious garbage at him. he contains in the urge to say something scathing about it because he's not a religious man and, most importantly, because she's the one who has the potion he wants—as well as the means to bit into his skin and drink his blood.]
[he can ignore the religious talk.]
[raising his hand onto her face, he presses thumb against her lip and gently helps her clean up any blood that mars the skin around them.]
I'm no god, and I don't go around offering my blood. But if it makes you feel better, then it's all good with me.
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[he can ignore the religious talk.]
[raising his hand onto her face, he presses thumb against her lip and gently helps her clean up any blood that mars the skin around them.]
I'm no god, and I don't go around offering my blood. But if it makes you feel better, then it's all good with me.