[Natsuno was almost finished when he tapped, he needed about two cups of blood, which didn't sound like a lot, and on a first round it wasn't. He was regaining his senses by then and he retracted his fangs, ran his tongue over the wound and sat back, a small trickle sliding down from the corner of his mouth.]

[He felt incredibly guilty though. He looked down at the ground. His body felt amazingly strong again, his senses blossomed into life so quickly, he nearly got whiplash.]

Does it hurt? I can...make the pain stop.