You're easy~ [ He teases, but he pulls away from her, going to get their drinks. ]

C'mon. Let's start the fire~ [ He carries their drinks into the living room, setting the tray back down on the coffee table before he moves to the fireplace. Lighting the fire, he holds his hands out for a moment before he works on unwrapping his scarf, setting it over a chair. Now that they're without a maid again, it will probably stay there overnight unless Diva moves it. The same goes for his sweater which he strips out of and sets aside before moving to grab his cup of coffee and sitting on the couch. ]

If I tell you the truth about why I want your blood, will you promise not to be mad?