Liquid finds himself staring at the other side of his neck. Just because he's covering the side he bit doesn't mean he can't try the other side. And he could easily pull his hand away, anyway.

He shakes his head, trying to clear it of the foreign thoughts. Ugh. This is what he's going to have to deal with for the time being? God, he wants blood.

"I barely noticed it was you. My thought process was, well, 'look, blood'. I'm incredibly thirsty."

To tell the truth... he probably wouldn't have even bothered stopping if Mettaton hadn't been a crewmember. But he won't say that.