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[Endymion Wolfe]

Endymion was a vampire, after all, so why was he walking towards the Infirmary? Well, he had a few questions for the resident Doctor. Even though he was a vampire he was always getting these damned back problems. He thought that it must be real severe seeing as how he was a damned vampire. But, either way, he was going to get answers, and hopefully the Doctor knew or some, or else Endymion might get a little unfriendly.

Endymion, since he was walking around school, was in his proper school attire. The tight, low fitting leather pants that he usually wore were discarded for a set of flowing, thin black robes with belled sleeves. His steps were silent down the hall as he turned down the hall, passing the Headmasters office several more steps and turns taken before he found himself at the Infirmary. The door was closed and locked, but as he looked inside he saw the shadow or someone just beyond the corner. His eyes glanced down to the doorknob and with a little use of his vampiric mind the door was unlocked. He turned the handle and stepped through, locking the door behind him, just to be nice. He walked down the hall and noticed a man disappear into a room.

He walked forward and then turned into the same room, knocking lightly on the doorframe. “Excuse me?” He called out, giving a raise of his eyebrow. He didn’t really know how the man would react, but seeing as how he had shown himself when the door was locked meant that he would probably be either surprised or piss at his showing up. Well, neither really mattered to him. All he wanted was to see if he could get his back fixed, or at least get into the process of fixing it. Endymion with a bad back was a very grumpy Endymion.

[Simon Murdock]

"Doctor Murdock" was still getting situated in his new office. Everything was boxed up and lined against one wall, while some things were half unpacked. Mostly books of his and medicines from the storage room. But there were other things too. Trinkets, lamps, other memorobilias of that nature. Simon picked up a few books and traveled into the other room, his "office" among the actual infirmary, and set them down on the nice oak desk he had been provided. He sighed, brushing some dust off the covers of a few. It was a shame he didn't have much time to read anymore, he thought to himself as he stared down at the cover of a book he had bought one Christmas and never opened.

He heard a voice behind him and lifted his head, turning it to the side to peer out the corner of his eye. He turned fully around, one hand lingering along his desk. He wore a white suit with a tie loose around his neck, as if he was seeing the end of a long day. He smiled to greet his visitor. "Oh." His voice had a pleasant warmth to it. "I wasn't expecting anyone." Partly because he had locked the door, yes. He wasn't certain if he was to be expecting a welcoming comittee, but this gentleman didn't seem like that was what he had in mind. He leaned against the desk lightly, folding his arms over his chest.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" He inquired, tilting his head to the side. He didn't know if this person was in for business or in because something was ailing him, but either way he'd be willing to help. Being an altruistic being such as himself, Simon was prone to helping others for the sake of good will. "I'm afraid you caught me unpacking my things, there isn't much room to maneuver." He sidestepped a stack of cardboard boxes to get closer to the other. The surprise he might have experienced for being intruded upon after he locked the door was entirely unaccounted for.

[Endymion Wolfe]

Endymion was surprised when the man didn’t jump out of his seat or anything of the sort. A thin eyebrow was just raised, his eyes studying the man more carefully now as he turned his chair around to face him. The pleasantness of his voice also wasn’t expected, and as he let his eyes note the other’s basic body structure he gave a gentle tilt of his head. “Yes...your door was locked.” He stated, giving a little shrug of his shoulders. It seemed that when Endymion needed something he needed it right then. Why should he have to wait for things to open? When it came to his health or his ability to be comfortable even God couldn’t wait.

“Yes, as a matter of fact you can~” was his reply to the man’s question, his eyes moving down to the other’s desk, catching the man’s name on his plaque on the edge of the desk. “Mr. Murdock.” He cooed out, his eyes returning to him as he got closer. Endymion felt a need to step back, but decided against it. He was all for being close to others, but in the current mood he was in, with the little random shoots of pain through his back, he really wasn’t in all that great of a mood for some lovely human contact. When he started to explain that he was just packing Endymion gave a little shrug. After all he didn’t interrupt the man, and the door was locked. He’d take whatever help he could get in this situation. “Its fine...” a gentle shrug of his shoulders, his arms crossing themselves over his chest as his eyes went back to the man’s face. He seemed...friendly....too friendly.

Pressing his lips together in thought he just started to speak what came to his mind. “I’ve been having back problems. And since I happen to be a vampire I thought they were serious, seeing as how I don’t register most pain, you know...Vampire.” He paused for a moment. “My back just hurts, and my neck feels tense. Maybe I slept wrong...or something. Whatever it is it is annoying me to no end and I want it to stop.” Another pause as he raised an eyebrow. “...and I need you to fix it now.” Yep, now.

[Simon Murdock]

The man smiled, his fingers lacing together. "Oh, I know. I did lock it myself." The way he spoke, despite the words themselves seeming smartmouthed, was very at ease and calm. It would be difficult to take what he said offensively with the light, friendly tone he used. He could tell the other had some sort of personal business based off of this need to enter despite locks. If it was a cordial "Hi, how're you?" it would have been common sense to do so later, at a more convenient time. Which was why he now made his way to the being across the room. He stood in front of him, inspecting him carefully behind rectangular glasses.

He smiled at the use of his name, tilting his head down. "There's no need for formalities." It still felt odd for people to address him as "Mister" and "Sir". He could remember when he was younger, he used those terms out of, well, not exactly respect. Perhaps just because he was taught to say such things to those above him. Hm. He tilted his head and led him out of his "office", if such a jumbled place could be called that, and into the actual infirmary. He mused for the other to sit on one of the beds. If he was going to help him, he'd have to get a better look. "Back problems huh." He shrugged out of his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

"Okay then, I'm just going to probe around a bit. You tell me if it hurts in certain places. In the meantime, I'll ask you a few general questions. Just to eliminate some possibilities." He walked around the bed to face Endymion's back, starting high and moving his hands to the other's shoulders. His fingers were warm and although his touch was very procedure like, there was a sense of something personal. Like he honestly cared to take the time and find what was right to help cure him of his pain. "How's you're blood intake?" He asked, one hand moving to the neck and gently adding pressure along the muscle. "A common cause for ailment with vampires is "dehydration". You may feel fine in every other aspect, but it takes a bit out of the body itself. Muscles can get tense from lack of distribution of blood." He smiled, his hand moving lower to his shoulderblades.

[Endymion Wolfe]

At the no need for formalities bit Endymion raised an eyebrow. “Oh...there is...” he stated rather plainly, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. In Endymion’s mind he needed to keep it formal. Not doing so would mean he was actually on a ...friendly basis with the man. No, he had just met this person, he wasn’t going to start to call him by anything else until he felt the need to think of him as more than an acquaintance. When the Doctor tilted his head to lead him out of his office Endymion followed, sitting down on one of the beds as ordered, crossing one leg delicately over the other, his fingers curling around the side of the bed, lazily noting the wide open space. Normally Endymion really wouldn’t feel all that comfortable getting looked at in such an open space, everyone could see what was happening. Good thing Endymion decided to come in when the place was closed.

Endymion nodded absent mindedly as Simon confirmed his back problems, his eyes focusing the far wall as he listened to Simon’s words, giving another nod, but not really paying much attention. When he felt Simon’s hands come in contact with his shoulders he was now completely focused on what the other was doing. There wasn’t a reaction to the touch to his shoulders his eyes once again dully focusing on the wall across from him, wondering how long the Doctor was going to take to fix him so he could go take himself another bath.

Simon did get a reaction from Endymion when he pressed against a muscle in his neck, causing a hissed ‘ah’ to leave his soft lips, his eyes narrowing slightly in annoyance. Psh, if the Doctor was going to cause him pain then why the hell did he come here? His blood intake? He pondered on that for a moment. It had been...a while. Endymion wasn’t a fighter, he was a wonderful lover instead. It had been a while since he had bedded someone, and because of that he hadn’t had any blood in a while; he only took blood from the people he slept with. His fingers curled tighter against the bed as those fingers continued to press against his neck. Normally his neck was a rather pleasurable spot for him, but the way he was pressing those fingers into his neck he wanted to decapitate him. His body did relax, though, when his hand went to his shoulder blade. “I guess my blood intake is adequate.” He gave a shrug. Endymion, though, was a rather impatient person, raising a brow as he looked over his shoulder. “Find out what’s wrong yet so you can fix me?” What was it, one question down and one answered? Yep, Endymion was very impatient.

[Simon Murdock]

Simon shrugged. "Alright, if you want to make me feel like an old man," he laughed under his breath. Hearing the hiss once his fingers roamed a particular area on his neck, the doctor looked at the spot without saying anything. It must have been irritable by something, considering he hadn't pressed hard enough to cause physical pain otherwise. Especially to a vampire. He moved his hands back down and continued on, not seeming to give this area of sensetivity any notice at the moment. "You guess, huh..." He shook his head. "While sleeping wrong would be a convenient cause for a stiff neck and a sore back, I don't think that's what's ailing you."

He had his suspicions to Endymion's answer, as all doctors do with their patients. Often when people are sick or hurting, they won't answer truthfully or will be too muddle-minded to come up with a description of their pain. Too often had he heard "I think" and "I guess" in patient's testimonies. One of the hardest parts of being a doctor was figuring out what the patient was actually in for. Like this for instance. Back pains could be caused by anything. It was finding the cause that was strenuous. Although, he had a hunch Endymion was lying. He had the physical attributes of a vampire that hadn't had a nice drink in a while. The sensetivity was another hint. He straightened up removing his hands from the other.

"I have two theories, let's try them both out." He walked around the bed to stand in front of Endymion, rolling the sleeves of his shirt back down. "My first theory is that you're the victim of a vampiric Lumbar Strain disease. This would require about a month's bedrest at least." He smiled quaintly. Surely that wasn't appealing to this gung-ho creature. "The second is that you're mistaken about your blood intake, and you simply need to start drinking more regularly to revive the flow through your muscles, thus loosening them up and relaxing your back. The relief would be as immediate as a day's rest." He adjusted his glasses, which caught a glint of light from the lamp on the table. "I'm leaning towards the second." His voice was now quiet and shrewd. As if he was subliminally saying You're lying through your teeth, and at your own expense.

[Endymion Wolfe]

Endymion really, truly, didn’t care what Simon thought about being called Mr, or Dr. or anything of the sort. Endymion was the one that really mattered, and if he didn’t want to call the man that, well, it just wouldn’t happen. Endymion would call him differently when he so desired, if he ever desired. Who knows. After all, as he stated before, he was a vampire, and considering this was an Infirmary he wouldn’t be here much at all after this; hopefully. If this was actually because he hadn’t drank enough blood he would be rather embarrassed. He should know when he wasn’t taking enough blood. Though, in reality, before he left there was a large supply; a large supply of acquaintances who would get into bed with him to feed his little blood desires. He had, in all instances, just arrived here. He had yet to find himself a little bed partner to feed him, and until that happened he’d just have to deal with it. Though, there was still one thing to attend to.

The way Simon was currently addressing him was not to his liking. He watched the man roll up his sleeves, crossing his arms, raising a brow. It seemed he was done with his diagnosis, and when he started to listen to his words the first choice sounded like one that really wouldn’t hurt his pride, and the fact that he hadn’t yet found someone to sleep with. Though, there was one thing you didn’t call Endymion, and that was a liar. A nerve seemed to switch on, and as soon as Simon implied that with his almost snide comment it made Endymion’s blood boil. “Calling me a liar?” He hissed out. First of all, Endymion didn’t lie. He said ‘he guessed’. Endymion, and lying, those two didn’t go together. He never lied, never...in all his several hundred years of life never once had he lied to someone. Stretched the truth of course, but never lied. He just refused to do so. He still needed a little sense of decency. Well, of course, Simon never called him a liar. But, Endymion ...he always seemed to blow things out of proportion. Especially when he hadn’t had his sex and blood.

“Maybe we should test out your theory, Doctor..” He spoke, sliding himself off of the bed Simon had him sit on. His moves were still very languid and seductive, as always the moves of a vampire. His fingers wrapped around Simon’s neck as he used that hold to push Simon back against the wall. Of course, it was a slightly rough push, he wasn’t in the mood to be gentle, especially with the man he was currently pressing against the wall. Soon his slim body was pressed to Simon’s, the hold on his neck loosening only to take a hold of Simon’s chin, tilting his neck up, baring Simon’s neck. Of course, he didn’t make it a point to see if Simon was a human or a lycan. But, he was about to find out.

Endymion didn’t take long to press his fangs into Simon’s neck, piercing the artery. While Endymion would have only taken blood during sex he wasn’t about to rape the man for blood. No...he took his partners willingly. He never forced them to do anything, he gave them a rather enjoyable end to their life. Endymion was making an exception for Simon, though. Simon wasn’t rubbing off on Endymion’s good side, and because of that he wasn’t about to be nice to Simon, either. He made sure his fangs pierced deep, but at the same time the bite of a vampire was always a highly pleasurable experience. Though, as he swallowed down the unique taste of the lycan’s blood he felt the blood course through his body, automatically bringing strength back to him, his skin growing warm and flush. His body was in a warm, relaxed glow, a glow Endymion rather enjoyed. His hold, therefore, loosening on Simon’s chin, his bite becoming less harsh as he continued to drink, determined to drink until Simon pushed him off.

[Simon Murdock]

Simon watched the vampire's reaction with little more than intrigue. He hadn't said anything of the sort about the other being a liar, but he was glad he had caught on. He would rather his patients be healthy than have their pride intact. If it took some subtle hinting to get Endymion up and in good health, he would imply away. His smile remained, even while the other being was seething where he sat. "Calling you nothing," he motioned, his dark eyes fixed on the other. "I do not accuse. I am a doctor. I theorize, prognose and diagnose." He lifted his hands and shook his head lightly. "If you don't like my conclusion, there is nothing chaining you to my words. You can certainly feel free to find an outside doctor's opinion from this institution."

He watched the other slink to a stand. When a hand went to his neck, the lycan didn't tense nor did he really seem very surprised. He had assumed some sort of situation like this would arise, even while giving the other his examination. Judging from his impatience with unlocking his door and his attitude alone. His analysis had softened the blow of surprise. The shove against the wall was a little unappreciated. But he retained his coy smile, observing Endymion closely. His glasses had slipped down the bridge of his nose a bit at the contact with the wall, shaggy brown hair falling over his face. But still he stared forward at Endymion, even as he spoke.

Of course, by "testing his theory" he was accepting that the doctor had been correct in his assumption. He let this go unmentioned while the other tilted his head back and bared his neck. He complied. He didn't have to of course, he had enough fight and ferocity in him to force the other off should he please. But he was a doctor, and his prescription for Endymion had been to increase his intake of blood. His first choice wouldn't have been himself, obviously. But apparently Endymion was pained enough to need relief fast. Among other reasons involving dislike of a certain doctor. He closed his eyes while the teeth sank into his neck, his eyebrows furrowing at the initial prick. There was a reason he closed his eyes, and it wasn't for the fear of being bitten. He had experienced a surprising amount in his short life, being a doctor of cross-species.

He was voluntarily refraining his vision because of the blood.

[Endymion Wolfe]

Endymion was quick to noticed that Simon wasn’t fighting him at all. Now ...that really wasn’t fun. He wanted to see Simon put up a little struggle, he wanted to exert his force over the Doctor, to show him what it felt like to be completely helpless and under his control. Though, sadly, Simon put up no fight at all. Maybe the Doctor was a little too dedicated to giving his patients what they needed. If Endymion was just a tad more pissed off than he was he would have completely drank the lycan dry. Though, even though Endymion was pissed at the Doctor he wasn’t that pissed. Endymion, though, could only hold so much blood. He took this opportunity to drink his fill.

Once it was reached he slipped his fangs from Simon’s neck, and did what any respectable vampire would do. He cleaned the other’s wound. His tongue lapped at it, his saliva working to close the pin prick he created on Simon’s neck. Though, as he tilted his head and stepped away he seemed to make himself a rather messy little eater, a rather visible smudge of blood presenting itself on his cheek. He took a few steps back from the Doctor, studying him for a moment longer before he licked his lips, making sure the blood from them was gone. Well, at this point what was left to say or tell the Doctor. He had been diagnosed and the problem had been solved. His muscles were completely relaxed and the warm glow he was still experienced from the lycan’s blood was amazing. It had been a while since he felt such warmth; he guessed it had been a while since he bedded someone; so much so that he forgot how it was? Nah, it wasn’t that long. The blood of a lycan was just more potent; more pleasing to his pallet.

“I guess...” he pondered for a moment, giving a little shrug of his shoulders. “...that thanks are in order.” He finished, giving a little sly grin. “If I ever need an emergency feeding I’ll know who to come to.” Ah yes, now it seemed he was slating Simon as his new little blood bag. Well, until he found someone else to get the blood from. Though, the blood of a lycan was highly preferred over that of a human. He smirked. “You’ll be seeing more of me, Doctor Murdock.” He cooed out, studying the other’s expression, his eyes never leaving the other’s face.

[Simon Murdock]

Simon was mostly calm for the while Endymion drew blood from him. He smiled gently when he felt the lick of the other's tongue near his wound. And here he had thought Endymion would be one of those uncivil vampires and leave him to clean himself up. But apparently he had some tact. He opened his eyes slowly when he felt the other's hand leave him, his head tilting down as well. "I'm not sure thanks are in order, I didn't exactly give you permission for that," the smile and lighthearted tone he took implied that there were no hard feelings. As stated earlier, he was a doctor, and that was just what he did for his patients. When his eyes caught the other's face, his smile wavered.

That smear of blood across his face had come as a surprise to the lycan. His lips parted vaguely. Other words had been spoken from Endymion, but they hadn't registered in the doctor's head. It sounded like white noise while a familiar buzzing clodded his thoughts. His pupils narrowed, brown eyes seeming to adopt a bit of a yellow hue. Rather than passively breathing quietly, his breaths had now become noticeable. Normally, at the sight of blood, he could contain himself. It wasn't that big of a deal, a little blood from his patients getting on his clothes. He would just have to "take care" of himself afterwards. But this was his own blood. He could smell it. His familiar scent lingering on Endymion's flesh, where it had once pushed against his lips and was now inside of the being.

It was potentially problematic for a doctor to be easily aroused by a thing such as blood. He had liked to hope that he had gotten over this quirk by now, but he was still young in the eyes of the lycans (since maturity was no measure) and therefore unexperienced still. His feral instincts took hold of him easily in his youthful state. He approached the other, staring hard at the other's face. Hands were placed with a mild force on the other, one on his opposite cheek, the other under his jaw. He leaned forward in a state completely out of consciousness and grazed his tongue needily over the fleck of blood lingering on the other's skin. As if that ounce of blood made the difference between his life and death. Once it was gone, once it had lingered on his tongue and caressed his senses to his liking, he came to himself. His hands lowered, his lips moved away from the other's face.

He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief and offered it to the other. "I apologize." He offered, smiling again as if all he had done was brushed against the vampire.

[Endymion Wolfe]

Endymion raised a brow at Simon’s words. He tilted his head slightly to the side, studying his calm face. He gave a little grin, his voice cooing. “You were completely submissive to me~” He purred out, rather happy at that fact. “Is that how you are in bed?” He whispered, giving a little grin. He wanted to see if he could push the Doctor’s buttons, he really wanted to get under the man’s skin, he wanted to make sure that he was in some way remembered by the Doctor. Endymion enjoyed contact with others, but sometimes he also enjoyed playing with people; and not in the pleasurable way. Simon, though, seemed to be interested in other things.

He watched as Simon’s eyes focused on him, those eyes turning a different color, a yellowish color. It made his eyes widen slightly in question, giving a little grin as the other stepped forward. “You...look possessed,” he whispered out. His face was stuck in a grin as Simon took a hold of the side of his face, and then a hold of his chin. He turned his head, and now was Endymion’s turn to be submissive. Ah, Endymion was really a submissive at heart. He loved it when people touched him and took control of him. His eyes kept on Simon’s face, his eyes softening slightly as he felt that wet tongue run over his cheek. You didn’t need to be an idiot to figure out what was happening.

Endymion’s face was completely and totally mystified as Simon pulled away and then went back to his old demeanor. His body was completely stilled, and when Simon reached forward with the handkerchief he gave a little grin, taking it. “Apologize?” He question, raising a slight brow. “For what? I enjoy when men as handsome as yourself lick me~” He teased, taking the handkerchief and running it lightly over his cheek, the cloth collecting the lycan’s saliva. Then, of course, Endymion really couldn’t help himself.

“Is it just your blood? Or...maybe someone else’s still has the same effect?” He question. Now he was curious. He really couldn’t help him. He raised a perfectly manicured, sharp as glass nail. He bared his neck in Simon’s direction, and then slowly, cut a line with his nail down his neck. The smell of his blood automatically hit his senses, his eyes flickering over to Simon’s. Of course, to a vampire the smell of someone’s blood always made them crave more, even when they were full, and even when it was their own. His eyes swirled with red, and it seemed that is normal craving for blood wasn’t sated. Hnnn, he thought he had drank his fill, but it seemed he had not yet gotten his fill of this particular Doctor. Yes ...he wanted to see how this man’s little blood craving went.

[Simon Murdock]

Simon released the handkerchief when it was taken from his hand, eyeing the other quietly. "In bed?" he repeated, smiling in a humored manner. "Such interesting trains of thought you have." The other's statement about Simon looking possessed hadn't quite registered with him. Either that, or he hadn't bothered to acknowledge it. It was something he didn't care to show, and to be honest he wasn't comfortable with it. There was something easily corruptible about him that startled him at times. He blamed his change to a lycan, because before when he was a normal human being, he hadn't had that instability.

The compliment, Me? Handsome?, threw Simon through a small loop. He watched the other use his handkerchief to wipe his cheek, smiling quietly. There was nothing said about the apology or the compliment in general. He was too focused on the buzz in his head fading and finding his footing back to reality. He shook his head. "No. I'm not as narcissistic as I might seem," he said with a small grin. Of course he didn't seem that way at all, judging from the lack of complexity in his image. His eyes focused on the other's fingers once he drew them down his neck.

Once the blood began to surface, Simon moved to close the gap between them almost instantaneously. With someone else's blood, he was able to maintain a bit more of himself. Even so, his mannerisms were slightly skewed. He caught the back of the other's neck lightly with one hand and looked down at the wound, watching the blood at first. He knew why Endymion had done that, of course. The comment earlier and the suggestive tone in his voice now as he drew blood did enough to clue him in that this was a sexual act. Otherwise, Simon might have forced himself to remain a lot more composed. But this was past formalities. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the wound, feeling the light pressure of the blood as it tried to escape Endymion's body. He growled, not quite a sexual growl. It had a rough, almost feral consistancy to it.

His body pressed up against Endymion, forcing him to the wall. His lips parted to accept some of the other's blood. His other hand had at some point caught Endymion's wrist. There was a lingering controlling nature to Simon, if he was coaxed into it as he had been now. His eyes fluttered and he pulled back, licking the blood from his lips. His hands released from the other, his breath sounding labored. "You... play dirty," he murmured, his eyes half lowered. If there was one way to get Simon ready and eager, it was that.

[Endymion Wolfe]

Endymion watched Simon closely, watching his face settle back down, wandering if Simon would still give that wonderful display he did before. Maybe Endymion had a licking fetish he didn’t know about, but for some reason he wanted Simon to lick him again. So, he just had to have it. Endymion watched Simon’s eyes follow his nail as he cut himself. His eyes half-lidded themselves as Simon’s form came close to him. He didn’t move himself away from Simon, ready for whatever the lycan was going to do to him, arousing or not. His eyes fluttered when he felt his soft hand going back and take a hold of the back of his neck, his head lulling slightly. He loved, absolutely loved physical contact.

His eyes still looked to Simon’s, his nail still creating a longer slash down his neck, giving a little grin as he watched Simon’s eyes stay on the blood. Mm, it worked wonderfully, and he wouldn’t have thought it would have worked any better. When Simon pressed his lips against his neck he let out a coo. The growl that Simon let out made him give a gentle shiver of his body. Sometimes he found the most interesting things arousing. Soon enough, though, he found all the more to get aroused over. Simon’s body was soon pressed against his own, and he was sandwiched between a wall and a rather handsome Doctor. Mm, if this is how all of his visits to the infirmary were going to end he’d always come up with something wrong with him.

Endymion gave a little grin, purring at the feel of Simon’s lips moving, his wrist grabbed a hold of, his nail finally stopping in its bloody path. Simon took some of the blood coming from the wound, but now that his nail wasn’t working his vampiric skin closed the wound soon enough. Blood was still smeared lightly against his skin, still dripping lightly, even disappearing under the collar of his shirt, a red little line noting its path. His eyes fluttered open once more when he felt Simon’s lips leaving his neck. He looked to the other’s lips, seeing his blood, the smell of it still strong in his senses. He grinned at Simon’s words.

“Dirty is the best kind of play...” he whispered, giving a grin as he tilted his head to the side, smiling. He did notice that Simon hadn’t completely gotten all the blood off of his neck. So, he took his free hand and then took a finger, running it in the blood on his neck, reaching that finger forward, smearing his blood over Simon’s lips. “Shouldn’t a Doctor finish cleaning up their patient?” He whispered out, giving a little devilish grin.