She blinked, her voice uncertain as she asked, "So....are you willing not to be with any other woman, for as long as you're with me?"
"Yes." He threaded his through her hair, his thumb gently caressing her cheek.
"Really? You would do that?" she pressed.
"Yes…I want no one but you."
She fell quiet for a few seconds before her nerves pushed her to ask again, "And what about the ones who serve you their blood? Will you still drink from them?" Her eyes flickered anxiously between his, searching for an answer.
"No, I won't if you don't want me to. Besides," his voice softened further, "I prefer your blood over anyone else's."
Her eyebrows furrowed, "B-But….won't it be like starving you? Like….I am putting you on a strict diet?"
