SAMUEL
Out of the blue, everything's new
Sam's brows furrowed just a little as he concentrated on not revealing anything in his face that would make this an inappropriate encounter; he was reminded of what felt like lifetimes ago, drinking from Zephyr. There were moans held back, though it wasn't too hard - he'd done this enough now to know where his limit was, to know how to drink slowly enough not to overwhelm himself.Once the strength had flooded back into his veins, the sensation of energy palpable spreading through his body, he gently took his fangs away, pulling away as slowly as possible to do minimal damage to Locke's wrist. Clearing his throat, glad he no longer had anything that could tell on him between his legs, Sam reached for the handkerchief he kept his his pocket and pressed it to the wound to stop the initial flow of blood.
"Thank you. I don't get to drink much. It's always - ah - special." He said with a slight smile, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
All the talk we heard was true
