Ah, there it is... Milton can't help but enjoy watching Quinn let down her guard. He thinks often of his own nature, tries his hardest to reconcile himself to it, while hanging onto the mores and boundaries that will prevent him from giving everything up to the Beast. He is a monster, yes. But a polite monster. An intelligent monster. A monster that is interested in more than just blood and death and darkness.
Still: a monster. As are all Kindred. And to see that fact reflected back at him in the form of this lovely Shadow's smile is a delight. He returns that smile, obviously pleased with the effect his offering has had on the Priscus.
"Oh, no, thank you. I would not want to...take away from your own enjoyment. All I ask is that you leave her in a state to vacate the room under her own power in the morning." Milton could always eat more, but this is his gift to Quinn. He will not intrude or partake. And there's something else: feeding with another thrills him, but what if he, they, cannot stop? What if Mrs. Grenier dies? That would not do. Too much of a mess to clean up. And a vacancy in his herd to deal with. Imprudent.
Milton steps away from the door, further into the living room, then turns to face Quinn again: "Do take your time, Priscus. I am the patient sort. You'll find me here whenever you finish." He settles into a chair and primly crosses his legs, his eyes fixed on Quinn. There is something almost flirtatious in his look.
Feel free to narrate Quinn's meal or simply fade to black! Milton will be waiting in the living room when Quinn has finished. =)