Eponine's not grown up with much restraint in that respect. It takes a moment or so to get herself under control. And when she does, she leans back, and wipes her mouth, suddenly quite self conscious.

She gives a nervous chuckle as she climbs off Max and glances back at Evie.

"Sorry. I've just… I've not tasted such blood before. It tasted light. Different. It is nice."