â i canât say iâm familiar with food that makes you feel like youâre high. thereâs rumors of food that acts like an aphrodisiac, but in all of my years doing that pesky human habit of eating i canât recall ever feeling more intimate after consuming. â his shoulder rolled into the smallest of shrugs, and vincent plucked up another fry from the dish before him and chewed it thoughtfully. he really was quite fond of this aioli. hazel eyes traced the plate for a moment before an amused smirk tipped the corners of his lips - he swallowed before continuing. â iâm not entirely certain my night-time preferring other half would be too fond of the idea of another vampire feeding off of her human. â the words felt foreign, especially considering elspeth had yet to feed off of him herself. but that was part of the point of this little program, wasnât it? that he was clean, and so was she, and he would provide safety in sustenance to her. â so iâll take that as a compliment, though i know you better by now, and i know you didnât mean it as one. â
   a soft laugh rolled through his chest, stuck somewhere at the back of his throat and only diminished with another mouthful of whiskey. it went down easy. â the driver has is break tonight, but i think he rather likes delivering. i tip well. â a pause, and vincent allowed his attention to shift back to irene. â i think the people at my lab miss my face, iâm hardly there. i spend more time working out of the home setup i have, lately. a product of relocating myself, considering my new position as an attached man.â he didnât need to share a home with elspeth but it seemed wise. why not become acquainted with the life he was responsible for? why not have access to one-another, where they could keep tabs and ensure safety? he had no qualms with sharing his living space âheâd done it before, under significantly different circumstances. â iâm due back in to check in on my staff, at least. make sure theyâre not messing around while the boss is away. â
âWell, Iâve heard that cheese in particular tends to make your brain have a drug-like reaction if youâre not getting to eat it again. A bit of an addiction really. Not that I tend to experience that, seeing as when I ate food, there was not nearly as many things added to it, as these days.â Hmm. Maybe she should go get herself a farm, and a few humans to work at the farm, and feed from them? Provided they ate what they produced, that was. So much fresher blood, than all of this horrible, horrible chemical like flavor that had grown into the blood. âLucky your partner is then, Iâm not planning on feeding from you. There is however this rather tall gentleman that does look to be just my type.â Besides, what was the fun in feeding from someone when you couldnât also fuck them? Straddle them, bite their neck just as theyâre about to climax.. Oh yes, just her type.Â
âAnyone would like delivering to you if you tip well. Everyone likes money, my dear friend.â She said, reaching for her glass while the other kept eating his fries, swallowing it down with whiskey. Humans. So... Entertaining. But also, frustratingly disgusting. âAt the mention of you being an attached man... How are you and your other half doing? You feeding her well, or is it more like sheâs being underfed?â Of course she liked to check up on those things. Irene wasnât exactly someone who shyed away from politics, and if she found out this whole mess about being paired up caused her fellows to be restrained in feeding, she would have words to share with the politicans of her city. âOh they are definitely messing around. All employees do that.âÂ