If she could blush, she would have..though why she would have she wasn't sure. (he whispered into her ear ohnoez)

Curiously she followed him to the microwave, watching him. When he passed the container of warm blood to her, she appreciated it, but wasn't exactly sure how to consume it withut some sort of skin around it. after some moments of looking at it cluelessly, which would have taken up a majority of the time he was doing his own thing, she decided to drink it like a kid would drink milk from a bowl. there were few times she had been more grateful for the warm liquid sliding down her throat. 

When he asked if it was better than the last bit, she couldn't answer right away but it wasn't long. she smiled, and set the empty bowl on the counter/table closest to her. She had a blood-mustache. "Yes. it is...you have been very gracious and patient with me."