Oh, how dangerous the excited flicker of his heartbeat is. His curiosity thrums through the room like the air before a summer storm, and it makes the nature of the conversation far more interesting to explore. Another nervous laugh bubbles free from her as she shifts in her seat, tucking herself upright into the corner of the couch before continuing, "Either, really."
Her mouth parts, then closes, her features furrowing as she decides on how explicit to be. There's a soft breath as she settles on, "There's a rush for the human bein' fed on, the loss of blood and adrenaline mixed with -- " she hesitates only a brief moment before continuing, "sex, but then if the feedin' is reciprocated it's a whole other kind of thing because there's a bond that's established and like--" She cleared her throat, "Like if we were--" Her hands vaguely gesture in no particular sort of way as she hopes he's able to pick up on her train of thought, "And then I let you feed from me and I'd fed from you then it becomes easier for me to feel what you're feelin' and in that moment it can be. . . Really fun." Her palms moved to tuck her hair behind her ears rather than continue to attempt at politely miming sex, and her gaze skittered away with a nervous giggle, "And it's also a good thing too because bein' fed on can take a toll on a human's body and our blood can heal that and it just--It's a win-win."