Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time Sam instinctively moved away a little as Remi slumped against the wall, concern knitting his features; but he didn't move away enough to not be touching him. Hearing that Remi was in fact not hurt by his teeth but enjoyed it a lot, enough for it to be indescribable...it went against all presuppositions Sam had about the process, all the ideas he'd made about it being something terrible, something deserving of disgust and isolation. He stared at the other man, eyes flicking up and down as he tried to work out what to do with this information. "...I..I can't do it again. Not right now. It-it might hurt you." He said, more for something to say than for any kind of need - they both knew it wasn't feasible for Sam to take even more blood. He kept his hand on Remi, sliding it down from his shoulder to just above his chest. "I've never...d-done anything like that. I. Um. Do..you....want...to...?"