[ He takes a moment to process that (a good thing she had left the part about Rose out of it, it would have made this harder), taking a deep inhale, and giving her a short nod, on the exhale. ]

Okay. [ He at least knows he shouldn't worry about her taking too much... he knows she drinks Rose's blood, and that he has significantly more blood to safely lose than Rose.

He casts one final, wary look at the other patrons, before raising his arm, extending his hand toward her-- the underside of his wrist facing up. ] I don't really know what's appropriate to say under these circumstances, but-- enjoy? I guess?

[ What if she doesn't like it. ]

If it's-- if my blood, specifically, isn't what you expected, I'll understand, by the way. I get it. Just tell me, and we'll call it off.