His brows rose in amusement at the intensity of Seojin-a's declaration. So... he liked blood, but he didn't want more of it? The entire thing was confusing, though untangling the emotions of a thirteen-year-old half-vampire was not something that was in his skillset. If his friend didn't look so nauseated he might pass out; he might have even made a joke or two about it. Now wasn't the time... though that didn't mean he wouldn't do it later. Maybe when the wound wasn't so fresh.

He hadn't realized how intimate being able to feel the vibration of the kitten-like fangs clicking against the spoon would feel—or watching Seojina's lips carefully as he chewed. Ahn-Bo felt his cheeks grow warm. He stuck the spoon in the bowl a bit awkwardly (just so there was something else to look at than his friend's lips). Then, it was done, and he'd successfully convinced the vampire to eat. At least, a little. He huffed in relief.

One bite wasn't going to fill Seojin-a's belly, but it was at least a start. Still, he was fairly certain if he'd had one bite, he could manage to have a few more. Ahn-Bo leaned back on the cushion smugly and hummed, "Mmm... I'm not sure. Have another, then we'll see how I feel."