Thirst
Alita froze upon hearing what Axel said. Her eyes moved to his neck, but before she could get any ideas, she knitted her brows and turned her head away from him.
She grabbed the bottle of wine from the table with such speed that before Axel could stop her, she had already gulped down a significant amount.
"I already told you this will not quench your thirst. You will only get yourself drunk." Axel complained as he took the bottle from her.
"I can not bite you." Alita confessed, now trembling from the overwhelming disorder her body was experiencing. Everything seemed to be in chaos starting from her head down to her legs. No one was working in agreement with her.