Connor didn't know if it would work, if it would hurt her, harm her, make things worse or not, and he sat there silent for a few minutes, unaware of the struggle she seemed to be going through to not bite him. "I just thought you liked feeling my hert beat" He said, with a small smile, and a shrug. 

He debated what to do from here, but of course he wouldn't deny her, and he shifted away from her, rising to go ovr to the bench, leaning into it. He swallowed, and said softly, "Then how do we do this without driving you crazy?" 

He knew if he tried to draw out too much blood, it would be over intoxicating. He frowned, looking down at his hands. There was the wounds there. And then he remembered that he had needles and syringes, always good if you could get holy water injected into veins. He went over t his duffel, and took out a needle and syrgine. 

He went into the bathroom, and draw the blood from a vein, using his belt as a tourniquet, and filled the syringe up, before trotting out the bathroom. He set the blood down.