You shudder and pull away from the stranger, blushing in embarrassment. As your grip on him loosens, he shifts and throws you off, pulling away and raising his arms defensively. Your eyes meet with his, and for a few moments, there's silence.
"I'm sorry..." you mutter. "I don't know what came over me."
Suddenly realizing your new body was completely exposed, your hands shoot up to protectively cover your chest, bringing your knees up underneath them. The hunger still gnawed at your stomach, but for a moment, at least, you had your mind back.
"Is...is your arm okay?" you ask, a faint trace of blood still on your tongue.
The strange man grabbed at the bite wound on his arm and glared sharply, unimpressed with your change of opinion. "You attack someone trying to help you, and that's all you have to say? What the hell's your problem, lady?"
You lower your head in shame.
"I'm sorry...I was just so hungry, I couldn't think straight. What can I do to earn your forgiveness?"