"For some reason lately, yes. You guys should look into getting a frequent flyer punch card." She stops their movement, not trying to break the hold. Instead, she shifts in his grasp so she can look up at him - bodies almost pressed together. Though, she's genuinely doing her best to avoid as many points of contact as possible. He was dangerous enough when he was in control of himself. Her tangles with his father when he wasn't trying to be nice about it still makes her blood run cold. "Mainly you and your father, Rosier. And Rian. And Casanova - any of those names ringing bells since your own doesn't?"

People move around them, horns honking and colors flashing as life continues on and everything suddenly feels too public and exposed. "And my name is Cassie, not little mouse. You know that. Somewhere beneath whatever they did to you, you know that." She keeps stupidly holding onto a tiny shred of hope that she can still get through to him, that even if he starts feeding she can keep trying to remind him of who he is... That if he starts feeding, he'll remember enough to not kill her. She didn't want to have to try and drain him to save her own life. There was more than enough blood on her hands.