I'M CONTAGIOUS.

✾ -   “ Oh. How kind. Someone is thinking about my mood.”Her tone held implication of suspicion, but she stayed.Showing no hint of discomfort.Kind of warming up - despite healthy awareness towards what he was: a germ. She had genuinely fun with this game - well, she had been drinking - and continued drinking, it was about to have something extra. Just as quickly she turned to the barkeep and gestured, ‘the same as before’. 

     “ Maybe it’s one thing one has to just find out. Curious as you don’t seem bothered. Some think cells are slimy and bad for health. Wouldn’t blame them. Quite true, actually. ” and she took a sip with a lift of a brow - she was carefully observing, barely anything slipping by. She was like that during time in the clubs, flirting, playing around with people in healthy limits. “ Every germ has a specialty of theirs, wanted or not. Anything I should be aware of in this distance? Stomach pain? Coughs? Headache? Fever?” She was merely listing options, rather light hearted - not really professional.

✾ -   A woman like her was used to get an offer from time to time, from cells, germs. But from him? She surely didn’t expect that. Despite the rather smooth conversation that had carried for a while, which made her almost forget all the things she was suspicious of. Part of her, wanted to ignore those details completely, just so few times she actually found interesting people to speak to. There were few things Mimosa wouldn’t refuse, and one of those was free alcohol - and freedom from slimy tryhards.

      “ Sure no catch behind that? As long as it isn’t one of the bartenders’ specials. Wouldn’t want to have me sick by something like that. Now would we. ” she moved the empty bottle and glass over to make room for more and tugged the collar of her jacket. Fuck work, she practically was clocked out already. The hours she’d spend on paperwork were to be written up once she’d get to them. Now, she allowed herself to have some fun. “ Or is this a cheap attempt to have easier answers? Well, let’s make this interesting then, I might even get you one next. Just to keep it equal. So, you got a thing for cells then? ”

   "I just want you to enjoy yerself, thas'all. No tricks." He held out his open hands as if to prove he had nothing to hide. Grinning wide, his devilish face turned back towards the bartender. "Barkeep! Get this fiiiine pretty miss whatever it is her heart desires." His amber gaze narrowed threateningly. "Or else."

   Her question didn't take him off guard- in fact, he expected it to be asked eventually. To say he had a taste for cells was an understatement, but he wasn't about to admit to that. Being the warmth-sucking vampire he was now made it difficult to survive without the "company" of a lonely blood cell here or there. Of course, it was only when he really needed it... & it didn't always end well for them.

   Nowadays, he had enough hypothalamus beads glowing from his chain to keep his temperature up. He didn't have to overindulge...