[ This was a dangerous game Mephisto was making Reign play, a kind of cat and mouse, or the devil with an innocent, bidding time to see when the vampire would cave and succumb to the temptation.

Reign's breath stuttered at the lingering touches of Mephisto's fingertips, very nearly dropping the bottle then and there. ]

So this is actually the fourth batch?

[ Seeing that expanse of skin sent another jolt of want through Reign, and he instantly squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. ]

N-no... I think I've enough water for now. Actually, I doubt it's enough to quench this thirst. [ He reluctantly opened one eye, hesitating. ] ...I'm afraid I might really drain you dry.