[Kenly]

Laughing, she drew her tongue across the bottoms of her teeth, finally revealing her fangs to him.
"I'm not just a succubus. You're not put off, are you? I know most would be afraid to be around me, knowing what I am."

[Fey]

His fingers stilled for a moment on her skin, his brain assimilating all he'd noticed since he'd first met her. But then his mind kicked in, he'd worked on stage for years, and while they might look real those fangs were most likely the thermoplastic ones sold in many costume shops. Giving a contemplative noise he lifted his free hand to tuck his long braid over his other shoulder, baring that side of his neck. "Nah, I'm a standard type though, so I don't know how good it'll taste."

[Kenly]

Tilting her head to the side, she looked around the coffee shop again.
"Right here, in front of everyone? That's bold of you, darling. But, if that's the thrill you seek, I'm willing to oblige."

[Fey]

Swallowing a laugh he looked about, "I suppose you're right, can't have everyone freaking out.... Though would you even have room after your pie? I can't imagine A positive tasting good on top of berry cobbler or chocolate silk."

[Kenly]

Eyeing his neck, she reached out and trailed her index finger along the line of his neck.
"Blood type doesn't matter. It's all good to me. And as for the pie and blood... The typical food isn't nourishment for me."

[Fey]

"Oh yeah? That must be the ultimate in diets then, can't imagine them marketing it all that well though." Letting his hand slide off her neck he coiled one lock of dark hair around his finger, rubbing the soft texture.

[Kenly]

Laughing, she let him play with her hair.
"You'd be surprised. We have our fingers in all kinds of pies, so to speak. We have blood pops, those are blood based suckers. We also have our newest candy-vampire twizzlers. I bet you can guess what those are."
Moving from her seat, she moved closer to him and laid her hand on his leg.

[Fey]

Tugging her closer, nearly into his lap he continued to play with her hair. "What no blood-kisses? Or blood based energy drinks? Brings a whole new meaning to 'Red' Bull."

[Kenly]

Laughing again, she shrugged.
"Things are in the works. One thing at a time, after all. The business vamps would be out of it if everything came all at once. Can't have that, now can we?"
Practically purring at him, she leaned in close to breathe him in again.
"By the way, I thought you should know, you have a very intoxicating scent. I'm sure you taste just divine."

[Fey]

"Huh, never contemplated marketing vampires...tell me are there agent vampires, they would bring the original 'bloodsuckers'." He tried to recall if, after practice, he'd done more than shower...but he didn't think so. Mentally shrugging he supposed as long as he didn't stink it was a step up.

[Kenly]

Bumping into him softly, she smiled playfully.
"I can't go giving away all the vampire world's secrets to a complete stranger. Cute as that stranger may be."

[Fey]

"I'd prefer 'ruggedly good looking', but I guess I can work with cute." Bringing the lock of hair he'd been playing with to his lips he flicked the ends against his skin. "So, might I suppose then that your, friend, earlier was also a vampire? Seems I must've been lucky to escape unscathed."

[Kenly]

Watching him play with her hair, she nodded a bit.
"Yes. He's my sire, actually. And, like me, he doesn't attack people who don't want it."
Grinning, she added with a low throaty murmur, "And by the time we're done, they want it."

[Fey]

Tal tried not to roll his eyes at the word 'sire', but he guessed gorgeous didn't preclude a bit batty. "Oh I'm sure you don't have any trouble getting people to agree," he dramatically swung his eyes around the room. "After all I volunteered, without even thinking about the others in the room." Part of his brain warned him he should just let her go on her way, but the rest of him really refused to loose time with her just because of her life-choices and hobbies.

[Kenly]

Eyeballing him a bit, she knew he didn't believe her. She really didn't want to scare him away by proving it, either. She really liked this young man.
"Well, if and when you're ready to leave, I can introduce you to the pleasures I can offer-even outside the bedroom."
She leaned back against him, content-for the moment-just to be against the warmth of his body and listening to the beating of his heart. She was sure that soon enough she'd have it all a-pitter-pat.

[Fey]

"I'll keep that in mind," he smiled to himself as she settled against him. He knew he should probably call the evening to a close soon. Even if he did have a relaxed schedule coming up for the production he still had classes. But for now, he was going to be a 'typical' guy.