No, I'm sure it won't. That power is something that would burn a human body from the inside out. I wasn't completely sure where I'd come out on the end of it.

[At least better than he'd expected. Intact and sane.

He closes the distance with him as he accepts the deal, meeting him halfway.]

I won't. I'll listen to your heart and feel your blood pressure with my mouth. As soon as there's a faint drop, I'll stop. It's long enough to give you the full experience without anemia or worse.

[He slides his arms around him, one supportive across his back, the other lifting to settle his hand at the back of his head. Leaning in, he has one final thing to say.]

If you need to let go, let go. You won't fall.

[He allows his fangs to descend, centers on the thrumming vessel, and sinks them in with precision. At the first burst of blood across his tongue, he withdraws them, lips sealing for a slow, measured swallow. The euphoria is instantaneous, drenching and encompassing.

He won't tell him he tastes utterly...human.]