Nathan couldn't stop himself from getting a little frustrated. Yeah, she drank blood, he knew that, and kissing her might be a little weird but man, she just didn't even wanna give him a chance to decide for himself.

"The timing's just bad," he repeated, nodding and sitting back, hands dropping away from her face for the moment. "You know, if I ask you what you want, it means it does matter. Stop with this fucking 'it doesn't matter' shit. Yes, it does."