“But the Fae still do it sometimes?” A pink tinge was developing on his cheeks. “Yes.” “But you don’t need blood to survive?” “No, we don’t.” “Then why would they do it?” “Because…” He cast another wary look around, shifting awkwardly in his seat. “It’s a sex thing. If a male drinks from someone, it’ll make his dick harder than it’s ever been in his life. It makes you euphoric. Both of you. While you’re fucking.” “Oh.”
