I didn't mean it like that. You know I love... ["how you smell," she finishes in a mumble as he darts past, and she bites her lip. Blood stings in her nostrils and she frowns at his apparent exhaustion.]

No, I'm sorry. I could get some, though. [With a weak gesture to her pile next to the couch, Terezi backs slowly into the hallway.] Just sit down, I'll be back.

Uh, do you want anything else?