See, this is just funny to her, between the returned squeeze on her hand and the way Peridot starts panting. There's really only one way this is going to end at this point.

Once she's had her fill she pulls away, pressing her tongue against the wound she'd inflicted to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding, since she's feeling far more charitable after a meal than before when she'd been entirely parched.

"Thanks for the food."