Nancy giggles, blushing fuschia. "Can I tell you a secret?" She asks him, but then doesn't wait for an answer before leaning up and whispering: "I prefer it, too!" and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

He's smart, not to want to drink from her. She's been trying to keep up with the vampires all night, and it's visible in the way she reacts to everything, how she leans against Cooper. But Nancy's not as smart as he is, or maybe she just doesn't care.

"Maaayyyybeeeee I'll let you drink when we go home." She tongues her teeth, grinning at what she's sure is a brilliant sexual metaphor.