[ His eyes move to watch her take the bottle without a single twitch of movement from the rest of his body. He can't resist following the path of her swallow, the way her throat contracts and twitches. Of course he hasn't forgotten it, how could he? That would mean forgetting the bite, how her blood had tasted against his tongue, the way she'd clung to him even as awareness slipped from her consciousness. ]

No. I was lying. I thought you might prefer it that way. It obviously has a greater impact on you than I could ever understand, but I won't look away from it or force myself to forget it just because of that.

[ Not only has he not forgotten a single second of their time together, but his recent run in with Reno has made him painfully aware of the human attraction side to all this, too. The bite is still, unequivocally, better than any kind of human coupling… but the lack of build up, of tension, of even the slightest ghost of the human ritual, was that disappointing for her?

Hell, is he actually embarrassed that he might be an unsatisfying lover??? He physically cringes a bit without meaning to. ]

I would have tried, but perhaps you are right and an entirely blank slate is impossible. Then what would you suggest we do? Are we to stick to clandestine meetings between aisles of alcohol whenever you send a message to the wrong vampire?