If it's getting you what you want, I'm sure you can play at anything.

[Except she's not entirely sure what it is that he does want. To bite her again? Something more than that? He'd followed her blood all the way here, so maybe that is all that this is about.

She wrinkles her nose at him. Speaking of drinking, she's going to go right back to that, thanks. Lifting the beer, she rattles it at him before taking a swig and setting the empty bottle aside.] Yes, see? I can be self-destructive all on my own without your help. Follow my blood trail out, the same way you came then, please and thank you.