"You're not afraid? Hmm...kind of takes the fun out of it," Medusa sighed, feigning disappointment. "But rules are rules."

Medusa stood again and crossed the floor to him. She leaned down and closed her lips over his, claiming his lower lip between her own. There was a slight tingling of her magic that passed between their lips. Medusa let her fangs brush over his lower lip, making a shallow slice to draw a little blood forth. There was a slight pleasure from tasting his blood that surged through her body. Her fangs then made a narrow cut in her own tongue, offering her blood to him to finalize their deal.