He stops before her pulse can slow any further, hearing the beat of her heart steadily drop even as he feels it pulse against his tongue. He focuses himself long enough to stop drinking, to wrench himself away from her, but the evidence remains, blood smeared across his lips, his face, and he feels stronger for it. Further from human than he had been before, caught somewhere between demon and animal.

They'll both regret this, but right now, it's what they need.

"We'll talk later."

Because now, with the horde of infected bearing down on them, is not the time to have words-- nor can he articulate what needs to be said, his head clouded with both hunger and the high of having tasted human blood.