Doyle didn't know what to say at first, but he was internally conflicted and stricken with indecision.
On one hand, he could see her point, and she was the Lady, his Lady, so she had to know best.
But the slap, and then the attack to drain what she was so willing to give before, had angered him.
In truth, his first reaction was to beat her to a pulp with the now dead body offered at their feast.
Of course, this path was ill advised as she was the elder, hence stronger by their unholy nature, and he did care for her.
Which was why the affront perhaps caught him so well off guard. Up until that moment, he was living a dream.
Saved from his former life with the Exorcist, who would eventually have seen him converted into a fellow Holy Man..
Doyle saw Eden as his damsel in shining armor. Undead matron of rebirth and immortality.
Until that moment, it had not been real. It was fun pure and simple and the act in question was not meant in offense.
As two lovers would share a kiss, so to he reasoned vampires shared blood.
Seeing as Vampires didn't produce saliva, and the blood in their veins wasn't really theirs to begin with.
Yet, as a species, it was their blood, and he had begun the trouble with his bite, his first action.
By the time he had come to this conclusion, Eden had begun to compliment him and then asked a question.
"How do you induce the shift?" She said, as she teased him with her walk, and they sat on the blanket.
"Hphm... well, I mean.. it's like an itch in your brain. A tickle in a spot you can't quite reach."
"That's how it begins. Then your skin starts to prickle, like it just fell asleep, only worse."
"Because while that happens, your flesh begins to shrink, and it causes pain sometimes, like an intense ache."
"It's the bones shifting I figure, under the tight skin of the squirrel."
"I don't even want to talk about what it feels like to grow a tail."
Looking up, Eden's face told him that he had not answered her question, so he cleared his throat and added...
"I think it's just instinctual. I don't know why I have it. Only that I can do it, and do it pretty well."
Looking around, and finding no bottles, he asks Eden, "Do you know where I might find something for us to enjoy?"
"Something preferably without a p***s that's going to be staring at me while I eat it's owner."
