Mayerling's emotions exist in between her own, these brilliant little bursts of him. Even the familiar ones, the ones that blend almost seamlessly with her own, feel new. Fresh. Pops of temptation (bloodlust, an echo of hunger) and then the satisfaction of control. This will take time to adjust to but... Fuck, she likes it. A connection she never knew she wanted until it was in front of her.

Her own lips twitch upward—better than sex, he says—and she can't help the dramatic way she responds, breathless with longing, "Oh, what temptation." The words are punctuated with a cheeky grin before she exhales, grin softening. She's always been curious about the bite, it's hard not to be when it's been described to her in such ways, but she knows the consequences of it. D made sure of that and reiterated it when she begged him to bite Falco.

"I'll never ask it of you," she tells him as she reaches to cover the hand upon her cheek, holding it there. "Even if there comes a time where I want it." Her curiosity doesn't count.

"But I do wish there was something more I could do to lessen your struggle."