Olivia's face was blank as she stared at Leovin, she did not, under any circumstances want to tell him why so she just kept staring at him. She was not going to tell him she had just masturbated, hoping it was him that supplied her with all her pleasure. He would act smug about it and she wouldn't do it. She thought on it, and the only thing she could come up with was that she was still sore. "I'm sorry, that I need to drink a little bit more blood than I usually do, because someone likes to do things a little rough. So can I have it? If you do not mind." When she was done she continued to stare. There was a battle inside of her for two things: one, she wanted to Leovin to leave her alone, and only talk to her when necessary, because that would suit them both better, and two, she wanted to have sex with him, because some part of her loved him, wanted to show him. But there was a reason vampires mostly kept to themselves and only had sex with vampires, because if they had sex and enjoyed it with their partner, the girl usually had to drink blood from the person she had sex with. She didn't know what would happen if she didn't do it, and she had no intentions of figuring it out either. She knew it was something bad and that was good enough for her.