Dakota rolled his eyes at her sarcastic remark, masking any hint of concern or vulnerability. He couldn't afford to let his guard down around her, even if there was a part of him that felt drawn to her in a strange way.
He watched as she approached him, tensing slightly but restraining his strength. He knew she was a demon, but not like the vampires he typically encountered. Despite their mutual dislike for each other, he didn't want to harm her simply because he was hungry. As the mist wrapped around him, he fought the urge to pull away, reminding himself of his commitment to maintaining his cover
Although she was healing his wounds, the hunger still gnawed at him. He wanted to tell her to stop, to refuse her help, but doing so would only raise suspicion. Instead, he settled for glaring at her, silently conveying his displeasure. She hadn't truly fixed him; while his wounds had closed, the hunger remained, and now he felt a dangerous sense of urgency. The risk of attacking an innocent was even greater now that he wasn't hindered by injuries "Already? You just met me," Dakota replied dismissively, his tone betraying his lack of interest in her words
*The only part of her story he took seriously was when she mentioned how she was captured. He didn't offer any empathy or words of support, silent in his indifference. He quickly moved on, glossing over her story when he heard her question. "Didn't I already answer? I wanted to see how the food would taste, but so far, I regret going," he responded sarcastically, his words dripping with insincerity. "I mean, the service is dreadful. Do they think that having a pretty, demon hostess means they can overlook such poor manners? The food better be significantly better than this."