The presents have already been set aside, waiting for her to wake up at the foot of her bed, but he is still there, still soaking up the last of what he needs to survive.

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before they settle once again to a placidness that comes after being truly sated.

he shakes his head at her, smiling a little and stepping forward, brushing cool fingers against her heated skin.

He should possibly lie, or at least let hr believe that she's dreaming, but he can't bring himself to do that. Instead he tells her the truth, acknowledges with that simple nod of his head that he is real and he is there.