He allowed her inside, enveloped in an unforeseen amount of patience for her arrival. Much like the moment he found himself incapable of a lie and ultimately spewing forth every last thought that accumulated upon sight, a second urge eased along the mind. His vision shifted towards the young woman. Honestly, this urge was strange. Not that he hadn't been a biter, a sudden interest to nibble along exposed flesh seemed peculiar. Sinking back against the door and before the faces of children along the peripheral waiting impatiently for candy, Jeff followed briskly. Fidgeting uncomfortably, his gaze flicked towards her. His fingers curled and extended as if he could imagine conjuring himself a way to remedy this urge outside of biting her. Leaving any mark along near perfect flesh already seemed a sin. "Annie?" came the soft spoken tone. Upon the very instant she turned. Both arms linked around her tenderly. His hues softened. Guided by the insanity that had been his thoughts, Jeff brushed the tip of his nose against her cheek in a light nuzzle, lips brushing along her cheek and peppering down towards her neck. His mouth touched along exposed flesh beside the column of her neck. The arms coiled eased her closer and he nibbled gently, just once and then... in the second of a kiss, his lips separated and bit down. His tongue brushed along delicately along the marks as if encouraging the discoloration of flesh. Inching away, he found himself sinking back in for a feather-light apologetic kiss over the damage. Calmly stepping away, he watched her with a light shrug. There really wasn't a way he could express a sort of reason for doing this.