Rick chuckled at the mental image.
"It can be burnt a little.. but nothing more. Don't make me spank you... Hmmm... or maybe in your case 'to not to spank you'", he said, smirking.

Vincent paused when Rick said something about not spanking him if he did burn the meal. That's right, he would probably enjoy the spanking a little too much. He chuckled at how clever his little vampire had become. "How clever you are~. It wouldn't be a punishment if I liked it, would it?"

"Of course. So don't burn the damn meal and maybe you will be rewarded", he teased, rolling to his side to loose up his cocoon a bit.

"Mm~...maybe I should get a paddle while I'm out~. Will you spank me nice and hard and make my skin slap really loud if I make at least a decent breakfast?" Vincent purred as he put some pants on.

"Only with some blood added to the meal.. I still feel kind of weak", he told the vampire, glancing at him once he was done with the covers.

"Alright, honey. I'll swipe some blood bags on the way home." Vincent said. He walked over once he was dressed and kissed Rick's cheek lightly. "Does it matter what type? I'd bring a human home if I could do it quietly and not make a mess."

"I don't know anything about difference in taste, only what you told me, so it's not like I really care..", he sighed, closing his eyes. "I want something meaty for a dinner though.."

Vincent nodded, acknowledging that his vampire wanted some sort of meat for dinner. "Alright. I'll be back." he said as he walked toward the bedroom door to leave, then headed for the front door and he walked out of the apartment.

Rick mumbled something in response and few seconds after that fell asleep. It just felt so good to stop thinking and fall slowly into a deep slumber.

It didn't take long at all for Vincent to get to the store, get what he thought Rick wanted for a breakfast meal and dinner, and leave to get to the nearest blood bank. He set the groceries somewhere where they wouldn't be seen in the alley behind the clinic before sneaking in to grab as many blood bags as he could. It wasn't that hard. Blood banks didn't have a lot of cameras as they probably should, though Vincent always took awhile to get into the key-code locks of the areas where the blood bags were being kept. He grabbed different blood types from different genders before making his escape and he stuffed them in with the groceries and he made it back to the apartment in no time.