Stiles took a couple of steps back, trying not to focus on the last few drops of blood that were dripping down his arm just before the wound closed up. He licked his lips, took a deep (yet unnecessary) breath, and rubbed the blood off of his chin. Somehow he looked less pale. There was a bit of color to his cheeks at long last.

"I still want more, but....I think I can handle the cravings now." He'd always want more blood. That was in his very nature. To feast and kill. "I actually feel pretty good. This is kinda creepy, but your blood has more of a kick to it then that bagged crap..."