Elizabeth looked at him as he came to her the first time and then watched him all the way until he handed her a cup. She blinked and took it, holding the cup of warm blood between her hands on her her lap. She sniffed it slightly, out of curiosity. "So this is...blood...in a cup..." she stated quietly, seeming hesitant as she sniffed the air above it again. 
It smelled good, but she chalked that up to being a vampire. Using that logic, it should taste good too...but she didn't move from staring it down, swallowing nervously as she felt a thirst grow in her, and her teeth lengthening on their own.

"Only be sure that thou eat not the blood: for the blood is the life, and thou mayest not eat the life with the flesh..." she recited to herself, under her breath.

"...I'm sure it tastes good.." she said quietly, though loud enough so as to make sure they could hear her. She swallowed again,"...to my kind..."

She looked at Connor, avoiding Marl's gaze, still feeling as if it was that of her father. She looks a bit sad and the smallest hint of desperation. Her hands tightened around the cup, "but I do not wish to take pleasure in it."