Cesare grins broadly at her when she looks at him.

"Better than sex, hmm?" he asks, knowing damn well that it is. At least it always is for him. Personally, though, he has always had a penchant for mixing the two when he could. That's part of the reason why he so rarely dates other vampires: half of the fun in the bedroom is gone when there's no blood worth drinking pulsing through their veins.

"I can send you some to take home, if you'd like." He's already standing up again, moving to grab her another drink from the fridge under the desk.

"And you have blood on your shirt."