[Once his face is free of blood and Gray's arm has been properly bandaged, Liem feels the tense urgency that had been gripping him like metal pliers ease somewhat. With his thirst assuaged and her wound covered, he is able to almost totally ignore the beguiling smell of fresh blood still emanating from her injury. He tidies the materials from her bag, setting it back in order so she doesn't have to attend it with her injured arm.

Even when she offers to share her blood again when he needs it, he keeps his attention on his hands.]

That's not necessary, Miss Gray.

[She is right to think that he'd be opposed to the idea of taking her blood again. Gray may be young and vital, but even if she might not suffer overmuch from the occasional bloodletting, he'd still rather not subject her to the process.]

If you want to sample my recipes, I hold lessons at the community centre on the first day of the week, when I'm not otherwise occupied. You could attend some, if you wanted.

[Or just stop by at the end to claim the leftovers, like Gen does.]