A deeper amount less often. Not enough to weaken you." "Would you make it feel good?" "Yes." "From my neck?" "Yes." "Will it make me stupid like your blood does?" "Only while the bliss lasts. An hour or two." "Will it cause me to make stupid decisions?" "If I let you, yes. I won't let you or ask you to." I stepped a little closer and looked at her fangs carefully. "Not in bed," I said. "In fact, you are not welcome in my bed until the rest of this is resolved. Somewhere else." "All right," she agreed, "except when you have dreams, if you need comforting, I intend to comfort." I nodded. "What other requirements?" "We do it my way." "You already said that." "You may think I am being overly cautious." "I trust your judgment as long as we agree on goals. What other requirements?" "Household harmony." "No fighting?" "No stomping around as a royal bitch for days at a time." "And if I do?" "Then I will call you on it, and you agree I have the right to do so. And then you will either fix it, or I will, and you agree I have that right as well." "How would you fix it?" "My blood.
