[ he's really not used to 'we'. Both in this life and the past life, Going Solo had seemed to be a running theme. Now that there was someone in his wheelhouse--people willing to support and help him, he feels if he asks too much, he'll lose them, too.

And yet, here Lapis is, knowing full well of the danger she's walking into--and she's looking calm. peaceful, even--as if this wasn't a big deal; like he'd asked her to come over to help him move a couch. not... you know. the fact that she's come to let him drink her blood.

it's still partway embarrassing for him; but tonight it felt less so. He'll blame the moon for the fact that his teeth itch and the reason why Lapis smells nicer than usual. Because that has to be it.

He lets out a quiet, slow breath. Trying to center himself before he crosses the room and just --- { the image of pinning her to the door is so loud in his mind. } ]

When Zhongli last aided me. [ he speaks quietly, each word deliberate. ] He offered me his wrist.

He seemed uncomfortable with it. I believe a bite there is very painful.

...And of course. If you aren't comfortable with me biting you, I suppose. We. Could use a ... glass, or. Something.

[ he's trying very hard

not to stare at her neck. ]