She took a light but sharp intake at that, and felt her chest press up against his. She was going to pull away, that's what she told herself. But she found herself gently nuzzling into his neck, feeling the warmth on her face. It was comforting, in a way...to have this warm flesh to touch as much as she wanted. She even went so far as to place her lips on him, feeling his heartbeat radiate from his carotid. 

But she didn't bite. Pulling herself away as she extended her fangs to do so, she stared at the spot on his neck she had just visited, how it very slightly shimmered under the light of the hotel room. Her every instinct was to bite it, to stop torturing herself. Even her throat was in pain from the intense need, though it had felt the presence of blood not too long ago. Instead she back up lightly, and gently kissed his cheek. 

"Connor." she answered, also whispering. She didn't look him in the eyes, she wasn't sure what he would read if she did...but she noted that his voice was even, and not shaky at all. She briefly wondered if he really was just waiting for death...despite how alive he acted around her. Her voice wasn't as even though, how could it be, when she was trembling so much?

"What is it?"