despite the blood she 'd been consuming , the physical toll of no sleep and , frankly , her personal demons were too much for the blood to repair . so i go out on the dance floor with them and i dance . she 's made her choice , and i ought to respect it . her mouth hung open , her flaming cheek pressed to the velvet of the couch . they left in a cloud of dust . we 're public figures and we learned a long time ago it 's best to be honest and open up front . '' 