Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time Sam took the hand offered to him, perhaps holding tighter than was necessary simply for the comfort of it, and shakily got to his feet. He wasn't sure what Remi meant about his own hunger - the only thing he'd seen special about the man was his ability to turn into a hawk and somehow Sam thought he probably wasn't mourning worms and fieldmice. The fingers touching him and the concerned voice were a reaction Sam could never have predicted to the announcement of his affliction. But Remi was right. It was necessary. With the other mans kindness helping to spur him along, Sam placed trembling fingers on the side of Remi's neck and placed his other hand on his jaw. For a moment, the thought this is what it would be like if I were about to kiss him came to mind, but Sam quickly put that to rest. He moved forward and tilting Remi's head gently to the side, rested his teeth on the skin of his neck. "...Ready?" He asked, his voice half-muffled. If he would get a positive response he would immediately bite down, his urge to drink too strong to wait around.