Noir has a strange request

The two of you split the meal, putting away pancakes and eggs and bacon together. Noir can’t handle as much as you, presumably the source of her skinny build. You make sure she has enough to eat, encouraging her to have more, but it seems she’s had her fill. Didn’t hurt to make sure she wasn’t starving herself.

Noir looks up at you and licked her lips contently after the meal. “That was delicious, master.”
“Nothing special,” you admit, sipping some coffee. “Besides, you deserve all that and more.”
“Really?”
“You bet. If you don’t ask, how do you expect to get it.”
“Well, there was one thing I did want…”
“Just one?” you chuckle. “Fire away.”

“…I’d like to taste your blood, master.”
You almost cough on your coffee, but contain yourself. “Oh… really?”
Noir nodded. “It’s… well, even after that delicious meal, you just smell so wonderful. She nuzzles against your flesh, her warm fur brushing over you. “I don’t want to hurt my master, but…” She breathes a quivering sigh, seeming to be aroused just by the thought and her nails run gently over your thigh. “But it smells so hot and strong… I just want it so badly, master.”

She bats her pretty little lashes at you. “I know… it’s unusual. But I promise… I’ll give you something special in return.” She smiles seductively to drive her point home.