Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time Remi straightened, so Sam almost had to go onto his tip toes to get at his neck. The skin was salty with sweat and blood, but the taste on his tongue...immediately he knew it wasn't going to work. It was like 'eating' by breathing in crumbs. Any benefit he could get from the blood would be too small for something like taking on the Attuned's powers. He sighed and leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to think through his disappointment and frustration. He couldn't ask Remi to drink again, just couldn't. It was a thing best left to the night before, to memories. "I don't...think that's enough...t-to transform." Confessing almost as if admitting to a crime, he stared down at the ground. "But...I-I can't drink from you again. It's dangerous, and..." I don't want you to look at me that way again. Desperately, hating everything about this situation, he looked out of the cave and bunched his hands up into fists. "What if you go without me? I don't...n-need to eat or anything. You could come back."