[ How he wishes he'd just lied from the off, told her vague untruth or span some half truth at her, then perhaps he'd still be able to goad her into dancing with him instead of standing here and making sure that she feels indignant and correct in her decision to shout in his face.

Just to be sure it's cemented, he laughs through a sneer, suddenly a cold and domineering man rather than the whimsical dandy he'd been before. The shine of emotion in his eyes is completely gone, reigned in to a flat, dull silver. ]

That's the point, cherie. I don't care what's in there, I want it all. I'm a vampire, not some street junkie who can keel over from too much fun. Nothing is too much for me. The only thing that stops me is your heart no longer beating. Do you understand?

[ Anger is a much better look on her face than shock and embarrassment; oh yes, hate him all you like for his lack of manners and his selfish way, but don't be afraid of what he can do, don't let him make you miserable.]