"Good?"
Luca raised her head and swallowed the soup, nodding. "It is."
"Or maybe just hungry?" Adam was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands on either side of him, eyes on her. "I was the one who did it under the supervision of the chef, of course."
"It's good." Luca smiled at him. "Are you doubting me?"
"I'm just making sure."
"Why?"
"I want to leave a good impression?" Adam cocked his head to the side as if his action was already too obvious.
"You already did," she humored, pertaining to his performance on the bed. "But I appreciate your effort."
"Then that's all that matters. Eat more."
"Won't you?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Why?" Luca tilted her head to the side. "Was it because you only need blood?"
"Is that a joke?"
"I was being serious."
Adam rocked his head. "Well, blood sustains me, but I have a license to get blood from the blood bank."