Emory
I am listening to Rainer’s words and trying to digest them, but I’m not completely sure I understand what he is saying to me.
“It was the blood?” I ask him, and he nods at me. “But… there was so little of it. Less than whenever I am menstruating by far.”
When he shakes his head, his dark curls dance around his face, and I can see why some women would find that alluring. He really is a handsome man.
“It’s not just that it’s blood per se. Menstruation blood is… unappealing to us. I won’t go into detail, but it’s not something that most of us would want to drink. Kind of like bad coffee for humans, I guess. Even regular blood doesn’t get us in quite a tizzy the way that particular kind of blood does.”
I stare at him for a moment, trying to understand, but I’m not sure I do. “That k
