I won't have to. [ there's a remarkable amount of certainty in the way she says it. ] You're here, remember? If I need a sippy, I'll just hit you up.

[ she tries to say it nonchalantly, effortlessly. but there's no getting around what they were just talking about. the context bleeds into the conversation-

you don't bite someone twice if you aren't intending to turn them.
i don't bite people twice.

except you.

if she's still a bit pink, the least kou could do is not comment on it. ]

Besides, what good is it gonna do me? If I get shot like this, I'm probably not gonna be able to drink it off. [ she slugs him in the arm - light enough to be an expression of camaraderie, and hard enough to still ache a bit. ] Even with your freakishly tasty stuff.