The casualness in which Dareios drops the term magic has Miya glancing up at him grinning, the young doctor clearly thinking that it was some sort of joke. She can't help but roll her eyes playfully at him just as he encircles her wrist with a much larger and cooler hand. She's distracted by his skin, something that she wasn't sure she would ever get used to, where heat should be radiating, instead it's a gentle coolness that encases his body. Her apartment was already chilly and yet, the gentle touch of his fingers felt almost... nice? Confusion floods her again, all new sensations and emotions, between the realizations that he was a vampire and that she really enjoyed being around him, warred with each other. The survival instincts of her brain still screamed at her to distance herself from the Mayor, as he could crush her so easily, the strength that coursed through his veins was indeed superhuman compared to her fragile body, and the very fact that she knew he drank blood as his one and only source of food should really have Miya kicking him out of her apartment.
Still, the fear doesn't come and nor does she want to kick him out. She liked him. It was a realization that hit her so fast it causes a pinch to appear between her brows in worry. She hardly knew Dareios, not really, though over the course of the last couple of hours she realized she trusted him even though her practical mind knew she shouldn't, at least not yet. Not until they got to know each other better. A soft exhale leaves her lips, his cool finger tips still surrounding her wrist bringing her back to the present and drawing her out of her confused mind. His deep baritones have her glancing up at him, her eyes watching and still tinged with amusement and the absurdity of it all. Miya cocks her head slightly as he offers up a lesson, the humor beginning to fade from those chocolate hued irises. He was being entirely serious. Magic to heal? If there was something like that... why weren't they using it in the hospital? Her mind immediately races back to her job, even though she still wasn't sure if she entirely believed Dareios.
The smile is wiped from her face after a moment, a bit of wariness rising to the surface. She waits for a long moment to see if he waves his hands and shouts 'just kidding' and admit that he's pulling her leg but when he doesn't, she finally pulls her hand out of the cool stream of water, her fingertips all but numb from the liquid. She takes the few short steps and slides back into her chair, curiosity beginning to shine in her eyes, though the wariness remains as the Mayor pours them two cups of tea. Her good hand immediately wraps around the porcelain cup, the pretty cherry blossom design facing outward. He's at an awkward position, still standing behind her as she turns in her seat, her hand still wrapped around the tea cup as she glances up at him, her neck craned backwards to see his face. She should feel nervous with Dareios towering over her and standing rather close... but she doesn't. Instead, she almost feels safe with his presence next to her. Shaking off the feeling, his next words have her eyes widening. He was joking right? He had to be joking.
So, she allows a breathy laugh to escape her lips, "Come on, Dareios - why are you pulling my leg?" She says, amusement lining her words though she doesn't have a chance to say more when the Mayor's fangs flash, his hand raising to those deadly canines at slice a finger open. She would have jumped up from the chair if she could, but Dareios's body corralled her into the corner. Instead, her chocolate eyes are wide in fascinated horror. She's frozen, not in fear, but... well, she wasn't sure what. All Miya can do is watch as Dareios leans over her and lands a single drop of blood in her green tea. It hardly changes the color, blood dispersing within the confines of the cup as if it were never there. Still, her hand is wrapped around it as she blinks down, once, twice, the aching burn in the opposite hand all about ignored as she attempts to come to terms with what Dareios was asking her to do.
His words are registering somewhere in her mind though her eyes are locked on the tea, her mind very close to short circuiting. When he slides into the opposite seat, Miya looks up, a frown drawing at her brows again as he admits he would have access to her emotions. Miya wasn't entirely sure what to feel, too many emotions overloading her in that moment that she reverts completely to Dr. Aiken, not the young and blushing girl. Her chocolate eyes take on an almost clinical look as her gaze darts to his finger, her own slender hands reaching across the table to grasp his, flipping it over to inspect the sound he hand inflicted on himself. To her surprise, it's already healed, even as she brushes away the already drying blood on his finger. She holds his cool hands in her's for a moment longer before returning them to herself, letting them fall in her lap as she looks down at the tea again. Miya watches him for a long and quiet moment, analyzing him. He had no reason to lie to her unless he was attempting something devious and yet, Miya didn't believe that he was the type of person to do something like that. Clearing her thought finally, "So, if I drink this, your... blood," she hesitates before moving forward with her train of thought, "It will heal my wounds and help my exhaustion and in addition, you will have access to my emotions and whereabouts temporarily?" She clarifies, her voice taking on that of a professional medic.
"And if I drink this, will I turn into a... vampire?" She struggles with the last word, a delicate frown inching it's way across her face. Miya was still new to the whole supernatural game, she didn't know much of anything and it truly would be an act of 100 percent trust on her part. Her brain begins a deadly war zone again, causing a new wave of exhaustion to overcome her as she slumps slightly, her shoulders curving inward as she looks at Dareios. He was asking a lot from her and yet, she already knew she wasn't going to refuse. She might have if she weren't so tired and she had an opportunity to rationally think about what he was offering her. But her brain wasn't working properly, emotions were running high within her and curiosity seemed to be taking over every other rational thought. Sighing, she finally lifts a hand and grips the porcelain cup, staring into the tea for a long moment. "Dareios... this is a lot of information to take in at once and like I said before I do... trust you. I don't think you would hurt me," she says finally, her chocolate gaze blinking up at him. "Do you promise this won't hurt me?"