[With a lead-in like that, Ianthe is expecting something much more indecent. Pale eyebrows lift in anticipation of a truly outrageous request. She's disappointed. But only slightly, since this is actually advantageous for her.]

Oh, is that all?

[If she had a nickel for every time someone has asked her to bite them today, she'd have two nickels—which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice. She supposes she must give off bite me energy. Fitting, honestly. Twirling a lock of pale blond hair around skeletal fingers, she beckons her closer with her living hand. She's never been that into redheads, but she can admit the girl is lovely enough. Not that it matters for this.]

I'm happy to give you a nibble provided I can take a picture afterward. The marks won't take on my own skin, you see.