Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time As Remi touched his shoulder, Sam forced his eyes back onto his face. Permission was given for him to bite again (and the request was almost laughable - of course Sam wouldn't leave until Remi was ready) and for a moment he wrestled with whether or not he should take it. But of course, there wasn't really a choice. "...A-Alright. But only a very short one." Sam insisted, leaning into the side of Remi's neck that was currently bare, unmarked. He couldn't bring himself to reopen the wound of the last night, even if now Remi would have scars on either side. Quickly, not wanting to drag this out, he sunk his teeth into the skin and began immediately to drink, trying not to focus on how good it tasted. After only about thirty seconds he pulled back, having drunk enough that he could feel a warm power pulsing in his chest. He took a couple of steps back from Remi, not looking him in the eyes, not daring to see what could be there. "Thank you." With the act done, he stretched out his arms and tried to transform again. A moment passed where nothing happened and Sam wanted to cry, protest at the Universe - but then he began to sprout feathers and feel himself growing smaller again. He closed his eyes until he was in a different form, then waited for Remi.