"I know Damon, thanks for shoving your emotions in my face. It makes what I'm about to do a lot more complex." Cristin sighed deeply, sitting on the couch and grabbing the blood. She tore open one of the bags and drained it, it was one after the other until the bag was empty. She smirked, getting up and looking dazed. "So, now that that is done. I'm yours for the taking, and since I'm so wasted, I won't even remember thid encounter. Now, let's talk Damon."