( she scoffs, play offended, a mock glare cast up at him. )

"A pretty one"? What — I'm not juicy enough for you?

( at least, it feels the appropriate thing to say. the truth: despite her extra fondness for vampires as thanks to the vampire armand, parisa hasn't actually been nipped or bit at as of yet. the thought of it is thrilling enough to make her toes curl — the threat of pain gives her just enough trepidation to make her heart race, pleasantly. pain and sex are like two overlapping circles in the venn diagram of parisa's sexuality. )

Red for me, ( with a gesture to the bottle, before she claps a hand on the side of her neck, tossing her hair over her shoulder to expose it to louis. seems a silly thing to tempt a vampire with — but parisa isn't the type to run from fear. ) red for you. I'm going to be offended if you spend our wedding night feasting on someone else, husband. Anyway, I have a corkscrew in my room.

( there's definitely a corkscrew out here, somewhere. thus — a suggestion. parisa's eyebrows lift up with implied intent. )