[Katherine drains the last dregs from the bottle she's holding in a more sedate manner and tosses it carelessly somewhere on the floor, swiping at the crimson smudge snaking down her chin and neck with one finger and licking it clean. She feels better and her skin is starting to look less ashy, but she knows she needs - wants - more.]
Oh, now, Stefan. Let's not be hasty.
[She extends a hand towards the bottle he's holding up and wriggles her fingers in "gimmie" manner, giving Stefan the same look that usually gets her way with men.]
and everything you love will burn up in the light;
Oh, now, Stefan. Let's not be hasty.
[She extends a hand towards the bottle he's holding up and wriggles her fingers in "gimmie" manner, giving Stefan the same look that usually gets her way with men.]