"We would hate for this... to get away from ourselves so early in the meal."

Her black eyes glitter, her fingers wrapped cooly around the stem of the glass as she lifts it - up in the practised motions of the toast with the sharp bark of Skol. The order given for the meal to begin.

Though her eyes do not leave him as she knocks back the glass of the fresh blood. Rich and heady to the last sip. But she knew she would enjoy it - it was him she was more curious about.