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Breno watched the dancer retrieve the knife, staying completely calm and composed despite the nerves itching to surface. Logic was blaring warnings, telling him that this was a bad idea and that he was in the same room and a predator, but Breno ignored it and forcefully shoved the warnings down. He wasn't going to back out now. He put his wrist into Blaize's hand without hesitation, but looked a bit warily at the knife. "You want me to stab you." It was more of a statement than a question. He never purposely stabbed anyone before, he never had a reason to until now. Especially in the leg. Breno winced slightly as that suggestion, briefly thinking of his own injured one. To him, the thought of stabbing any kind of dancer in the leg seemed like the highest crime he could ever commit. Like fingers to a pianist or eyes to a painter, legs were one of, if not the main tool dancers need for their craft.

Yet Blaize said it would heal. Being a vampire definitely seemed to have its quirks. Breno wondered briefly how the healing process worked. Was it the saliva Blaize had mentioned? A comical image of the dancer licking the wound flashed in Breno's mind, which seemed to ease a lot of the tension and worries Breno didn't quite realize he had. He smiled somewhat reassuringly at Blaize and sat up tall.

"Let's get started then."

Breno watched Blaize closely, his eyes never wandering. Blaize seemed more anxious than he himself was, which didn't settle his nerves at all. The knife came close to his wrist and he instinctively tensed up, the silver blade glinting in the light. He didn't notice it at first and only felt a bit of pressure before he realized that the blade had pierced the skin. The delayed sting of the cut made him hiss, but the pain was quickly masked by Blaize's mouth covering the wound and greedily sucking and licking it.

He almost didn't see the knife offered to him and it would have hit the floor if he hadn't reached out to grab it. With the blade now firmly in his hand, he returned his attention to the vampire sucking at his wrist. It wasn't long before he began to feel a bit lightheaded and wondered if they were starting to reach the danger zone or if his body was just protesting at the blood loss. "So, uh, I take it that I taste good?" He joked in a slightly breathless voice. It was something that he had always done since he was little, joking whenever he was nervous. He always thought that laughter eased the mood of whatever situation and it came naturally to him, for better or worse.

Breno watched Blaize continue to cling tighter and tighter to his arm as though this was the only time he had fed in a long time. Which was most likely true. He could feel his limbs begin to get heavier along with his lightheaded feeling, which was a really weird combination that added to the confusion in his mind. He attempted to grip the knife tighter, preparing himself to strike, when Blaize released his arm and backed away with the chair clattering loudly. Surprised, Breno looked down at his wrist and saw that the blood was already congealing, the red skin around it rapidly fading. Breno stared at his wrist in a mix of fascination and confusion, Blaize's question barely drawing his attention back to the vampire.

"...Yeah, I'm fine." Breno finally said, looking back at his wrist. "That was a, uh, an interesting experience. Sort of like donating blood." He shook his head slightly, but it didn't do much to clear it. "How are you? Was that enough?"

Breno watched Blaize as he cleaned up, the pain from his wrist now a dull ache. Blaize didn't seem to have been much better off from the feeding, but perhaps it was a vampire thing. Besides, Blaize said he was fine, and he was the expert on this sort of thing.

He thought about Blaize's question carefully. He was sure he could get used to the sensations easily enough, especially if it was often that it happened. He didn't need to use the knife, so Blaize had control of himself, and perhaps with this happening more often it could become a completely normal thing for them. Just a cripple donating blood to a creature of the night. No big deal, right?

Logic made one last attempt as Breno's head began to clear, listing all of the things he would be giving up if he continued this. His students would have to find a new teacher, he would be away from home for who knew how long, all to follow a crazy dream. Was it worth it? He looked up at Blaize, locking eyes with him, and nodded. "I think I could get used to this. If you still want my help, then I'm willing to stay."

Breno stared at Blaize for a brief moment before standing, although a bit shaky, and leaned on his came heavily with his uninjured arm. Despite the strange dizziness that was slowly fading from his mind, his smile was bright and his eyes shone. "Thank you, Blaize. I will be here, you can count on that." In the back of his mind he was grateful that he had hired that assistant teacher. It would allow the students to keep learning under someone familiar.

Breno limped towards the door and stopped with his hand on the handle, turning back to the vampire. "You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you." He then opened the door and left, limping down the now deserted corridor. He briefly wondered how much time had passed as he walked towards the exit, but didn't dwell on it too much. Instead, he pondered where to get his hands on vitamin B12 in bulk.