[ he does smell the scents she's masked herself in, but he's referring to her own unique brand of scent... one that's just 'her'. ]

[ pentium sucks in a sharp breath as she noses his neck, moving along toward his jaw and prompting another muffled sound. ] I imagine you're after a drink? [ a laugh as he tilts his head to the side to let her get at his neck. ] I wonder what I taste like.