Yeah, but then all the blood rushes to your stomach and you're gonna get cold.

[ He says, like he's not an immortal vampire relishing in the mischievous smiles and little touches. It warms his icy-cold veins. (Not that, you know, he gets around it with ample amounts of caffeine pumping through his veins.) ]

Trust me. I'm gonna be good, and I'm gonna wait.