"Huh? I don't understand.. Why should I be flattered?", he asked, tilting his head while taking a bite of his another helping.

"You have such a rare blood type, and not many vampires get to taste what type o tastes like. It's a rare blood type and so sweet, like fresh wine." Vincent replied.

"And you really think I should be proud that I am like a walking bottle of good, old wine to every vampire?", he asked, smirking.

"Well...I feel you should, but you're also a walking target for any starving vampire, like me. I can control myself, though...to a point. I also know you wouldn't let me drink from you without trying to hit me over the head with something." Vincent replied before sipping from the bag again.

"True. I would try to do everything that I could to hurt you.. though you did drink a lot at our first.. time", he muttered, glaring at Vincent but still smiling. "I would say it would be only fair if I would take one of your balls as well."

"You're not getting one of my balls, so forget it." Vincent replied with a grin. "You keep talking about it, I'll take a finger."

"You want to be with me and have me all to yourself.. but you still are able to say you will take my finger?", he asked, rising his eyebrows. "Sick fuck.."

"...you got a point there. Doesn't help my situation does it?" Vincent asked with a slight chuckle.

"Nope. It doesn't. Think about everything you have done to me", he said, rolling his eyes. "And I actually have an idea. If you want to prove to me you want to be with me and want me to be only with you.. then let me cut out one of your balls. It will grow back anyway. But.. it is my condition."

Vincent thought about it. It would pretty much make them even...well, sort of. "...alright, but we keep ours in the same jar." he replied after what felt like hours of a pause.