[Morgan]

Finn smelled the crimson liquid on her lips, his stomach turned a few flips and he sighed. It would seem he would have to give in to the red temptress's call. He sauntered over to the fridge and retrieved what his body yearned for, a sigh escaped his lips as he drank it. He hated the taste, but the relief he felt was absolutely glorious. It was like giving water to a man who had been left in the desert to die. He closed his eyes as he finished and slowly opened them to look over to Mercy. He knew she must find him strange, but his mission was to slowly try to make his constant need for blood not so overpowering, he knew he could never fully wean himself from it but he was going to try, even if it was destroying him. He looked over to Mercy again and decided that he should maybe try to assert himself. "Hello there, how is your training coming along?"